7st in Hey, buddy, got a light?

Did you have a class pet at some point? I remember in first grade, back in the year of our lord Nineteen hundred and ninety-one, we had a gerbil.
Gerbil, rat, same thing. My friend Phillip came up with the name Climbers, because, I mean, he was always climbing up in his cage, TA-DA.
Taking home the class pet made you feel responsible and important. More important than when Mrs. Morinaga would put the VIP sleeve over the back of someones chair.
I poured it on a little thick last night. Took the longest leak ever this morning, man.
Look, I share these things because I’m a sharer, ok. I share things.
Well, not THINGS like possessions, but things like feelings, sentiments, ideas, you know, intangibles.
I could really go for some donuts about now.

Have a nice day, and be good.