Mom was found by my roommates (lets call them Ding and Quoth) walking down Frenchman street on mother's day, alone amongst the guttermilk and feet tires. They rescued her, and Quoth filled a tupperware container half way with miracle grow potting soil and a bit of water, set some fake flowers on top and plopped Mom right in the black and murky water. The flowers sank.
Bork, later in the week, decided to buy Mom an aquarium. Now she lives in a 10 gallon tank with two feeder fish and a waterfall. She eats kale and tiny shrimp.
Bork also boiled 70 lbs of the critters alive last night, in a huge pot with veggies including artichokes. There was also pineapple, frog legs, turkey necks, and a whole rabbit. We stood around a steaming mountain of moms and sucked out their brains for hours, then we returned home and dropped some more kale in the ten gallon tank.
Morality works in mysterious ways.
oh yeah, and now my hair is pink. I think it was the crawfish that did it, I ate so much I'm like a flamingo.
Our cat is named Whitesauce. Its name may have once been Whitesox, but not anymore. Whitesauce Alfedo Roux is at your service. He lets me pet his belly, but I wouldn't introduce him to mom just yet.
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