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This episode made me remember something from long ago. When I was a child, my mother picked a guinea pig from the pet shop for my brother and me. She choose one on the basis that it was not acting even 10% as nervous as all the others. It tured out to be because she was pregnant, so we ended up with three guinea pigs for the price of one.
The kids would follow their mother running very close behind her, and whenever she suddently stopped to snif the air, the first child would bump into the mother and the second child would bump into the first child. We called this event “kettingbotsing” (multiple car collision) and it would send us kids rolling laughing on the floor, without fail.
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Cute! Have you picked out a name for the black one?
Guinea Pig, that’s her name. -_- Ben’s choice.
Seriously! HAHA! It’s like G when he was joking about calling our future-cat Cat.
so cute! how old? photos please.
Eight weeks accroding to the pet shop. Photos will be posted on facebook… one day. :p
I know you’re just luring me into a false sense of food-eating-while-reading security :<
Of course. See next comic. :p
This episode made me remember something from long ago. When I was a child, my mother picked a guinea pig from the pet shop for my brother and me. She choose one on the basis that it was not acting even 10% as nervous as all the others. It tured out to be because she was pregnant, so we ended up with three guinea pigs for the price of one.
The kids would follow their mother running very close behind her, and whenever she suddently stopped to snif the air, the first child would bump into the mother and the second child would bump into the first child. We called this event “kettingbotsing” (multiple car collision) and it would send us kids rolling laughing on the floor, without fail.
Hahaha, I’d love to see that. Apparently they always walk in a row in the wild as well. :D