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| "My hampster is my god" How disturbed can you get? Like many out of school out of job teenagers, I am a Jerry Springer addict. I was watching one show and this woman came out saying she was dumping her boyfriend because he thought his hampster was a form of a God. Really people!!!!! How insane can you get?! This guy avidly insisted that his pet hampster was a god, and a good one at that. Now I was laughing waaaay too hard to get any reasoning from this. Sure he's small, easily maintained, and relies on you. But honestly. This man either missed his daily dose of an anti-psychosis pill or he really belives his hampster is god!!! What I want to know is, when he dies, does he think he'll go to that big hampster wheel in the sky? Or perhaps he'll come back as a small furry bad tempered non-stop poop machine himself?. Whatever the reasoning behind this, it's just like all other religions, based on foolish notions and half baked ideas. Or maybe I am seeing this the wrong way...should I go down to my local pet shop and purchase my own personal deity for 3 dollars? I think they go on sale soon. Imagine that, a figure of worship for a buck fiddy, and I don't even have to feel guilty about not putting anything in the collection plate. I wonder if I should have a local priest bless my new god's sunflower seeds. I'll let you know if he takes a crap that looks like Jesus. |
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