This is worse than the people who enter their dogs in dog shows. YOU BOUGHT A GREETING CARD FOR A CRAB. Oh, I guess I can't criticize. I named a star after my cat.
Leave the fucking crabs alone.
This is why your crabs are dying. You're moving these things around and making them pose for pictures next to toy cars and little guitars. They are not rock stars!
It was the largest turnout ever.
There is so much love on this hermit crab web site that it warms my heart.
No seriously, what?
I need to lay down.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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