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I'll take you up on that.
I have a budgie. It is very noisy, tame so long as you are having lunch in "his" room at the time, and one afternoon he was very enthusiastic about copulating with me.
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I had a budgie when I was about six or seven. I named him Tiny Tim [after the singer/musician, not the Dickens character]. Anyway, no matter how hard I tried, or how much I left him alone, Tiny Tim had nothing but hate in his little Budgie heart when it came to the subject of me. My friend Kevin? Absolute love.
I eventually got tired of being chased/pecked by this feathered turd, so we [meaning my mom and Kevin's mom who were also good friends] decided Tim should go live with Kevin.
Apparently one evening they were letting Tim flutter around for some exercise, and he landed on the top of Kevin's pet rat cage. The rat was most displeased, and bit Tim's foot. Tim got an infection and died. Kevin was heart broken. Secretly I was thrilled, and felt that in some strange rat-minion way, justice had been served. I made sure to give his rat Genine a treat every time I came over after that.
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And you know what? Dinosaurs are fucking awesome. They found the fossilized remains of a hadrosaur's heart a while back. Guess what? Four fuckin' chambers. Four. Know what that means? It means that motherfucker was warm blooded.
Dinosaurs are fucking amazing. We're all talking about dinosaurs, now. What, you're talking about pets? Psh, you uncool and probably virginal losers. Dinosaurs are now the topic of discussion.
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I tried to figure out what it was you were referencing, and all I could really dig up was an original article from 2000. But then I found
this which seems like bad news. Especially because I was excited by your post. So hopefully I'm in the wrong corner of the internet and you can point me in the right direction.