Confessions of a slave owner…Do Wa Dippity.

As a child I used to have a bunch of hamsters.

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Then one sad day my fun with hamsters ended. Hamsters being rodents NEED to gnaw on things to keep their tooth growth in check and one day I put some pencils in the cages figuring the wood would be a great gnawing medium. However, I did not think it through and it turned out the the graphite core in the pencils killed all my hamsters. I was a little traumatized to come home from first grade to find I had inadvertently killed all my little buddies. Little furry bodies were strewn everywhere. Oh the horror!

After All these years and now I find out I was a slave owner. OH MY GOD! Then to make it even worse I had my own little concentration camps going. Instead of nice “showers” though I gave them graphite “chew toys”. I killed all my little slaves! Excuse me, suddenly I feel sick!

The only bright spot to this whole sick sad story is that unlike SO many slave owners at least I did not impregnate any of my slaves. Thank god for small favors!

Gosh, I guess I was one as well.  :(   Bwhahahhahaha.

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