WHAT ABOUT ME?!? WELL I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT ME . . . . .I basically spend most my time stuffing shit into my cheeks, breathing rapidly, and running up and down a series of piss, and shit covered clear yellow tubes. When I am not doing that, I am nestled in a heap of fucking cedar chips praying for death.I have really small brain, and so there aren't a lot of things I really think about aside from eating, licking water, shitting, pissing and fucking. The last one being the most important, and those fucking cocksuckers that take me out of this living hell every other day to sqeeze my guts out won't get me someone to fuck.Oh, and on top of that, sometimes I am lucky enough to get in the "ball o' death". What a treat . . . I run around in a clear plastic sphere thinking I am free, and then get so scared I piss myself. If I am really lucky, the fucking house-hold cat or dog will come and smash me around in this plastic, go-nowhere nightmare.Truly, if I may be blunt . . . fucking kill me. My life is utter shit, I never get fucking laid, and I am so sick of that puke-dick, pimpled faced bitch that keeps picking me up, squeezing my guts out of my asshole and screaming "Hammy, Hammy!".My life sucks ass, fuck you and fuck everything . . . .
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
No one, except another She-Hamster I can fuck, then I can peacfully die.
