Daylight Savings Time is a bitch, kids.
Last night, before bed, Maggie told me she was worried about her hamster, Bean. She said she saw his balls, but she thought he had something enormous down there that might be a tumor. Smirking, I went into her room and took a look at him. My suspicions were, of course, confirmed.
"Maggie, it's okay. He's
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