ross and rats

Nothing pisses me off more than having to wait on hold, then the background thing playing is Ross yapping away in his pseudo UK wannabe accent.

I’m sure he is a nice guy and all that, I JUST CAN’T STAND HIS VOICE ON THE RADIO Z0MG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111

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If you’ve been reading this blog regularly since 2005, you may remember the two Ikea rats that starred in my animal pr0n production. Wally is still with me. I gave one rat to Kim for her birthday, and kept the other one.

The morning after I came back from Singapore, I was waiting to take Ryan to play school. I spotted my rat in the living room, and took it up. Ryan saw me and WAILED. Apparently sometime during the couple of days that I was away, the rat became his. “Babyshu”, he claimed.

Next day I was chatting with my sis on Gtalk for a bit, and she told me that Ryan was lugging the rat around. “He loves it,” she said.

So yesterday I was minding Ryan for a bit, and I convinced him to return the rat to me. It was easy, actually — just force him to choose between cartoons or rat, milk or rat, going out or rat.

This morning while chatting with sis:

Me: Hehehe I got my rat back!
Sis: Oh no wonder when I asked him where was the rat, he looked so sad.

Saja lah. I don’t need the rat. It’s just funny to rile the kid up.

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