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This is a post for Hammy-chan, my super cool icon. Why? Because Hammy-chan deserves one. If they had an icon with him surrounded by sunflower seeds and other lil' goodies, then I'd definitely have him like that. What a cutie he is! *pets his lil' potato shaped body*

Hammy-chan!
Hammy-chan!!
Hammy-chan!!!

Banzai! ^o^

*grooves down to Right Said Fred with Mouseachu and his lil' Hammy-chan*

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This is a post for Hammy-chan, my super cool icon. Why? Because Hammy-chan deserves one. If they had an icon with him surrounded by sunflower seeds and other lil' goodies, then I'd definitely have him like that. What a cutie he is! *pets his lil' potato shaped body*

Hammy-chan!
Hammy-chan!!
Hammy-chan!!!

Banzai! ^o^

*grooves down to Right Said Fred with Mouseachu and his lil' Hammy-chan*

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Greetings and salutations.

As you may be aware of, my bipedal pet has been the keeper of this journal. That is, he was, until recently when he dared to actually leave me in one of his comments. Henceforth, I will remove his "mundungu" status (whatever that boy plays to get these alien terms makes me question him indefinitely). I will be moderating his journal site to guarantee that there will be no further mention of my name.

Now that that is said, feel free to send me cheese. Yes, cheese. My oafish slave seems to fail to understand the joy of a good Camembert... or the wonderfully sharp yet exquisite taste of Gouda or a Muenster. Bah, he seems to find enjoyment in that artificial "American." Just thinking about his gauche tastes leaves a shiver straight down to my tail.

That being said... Welcome and remember to always keep your whiskers clean.

(no subject)

Greetings and salutations.

As you may be aware of, my bipedal pet has been the keeper of this journal. That is, he was, until recently when he dared to actually leave me in one of his comments. Henceforth, I will remove his "mundungu" status (whatever that boy plays to get these alien terms makes me question him indefinitely). I will be moderating his journal site to guarantee that there will be no further mention of my name.

Now that that is said, feel free to send me cheese. Yes, cheese. My oafish slave seems to fail to understand the joy of a good Camembert... or the wonderfully sharp yet exquisite taste of Gouda or a Muenster. Bah, he seems to find enjoyment in that artificial "American." Just thinking about his gauche tastes leaves a shiver straight down to my tail.

That being said... Welcome and remember to always keep your whiskers clean.