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Very interesting.
I, for one, would like to know more about wheat ale.
LOL! You. Made. My. Day! Which, considering the 2-hour spinning-monstrousity-carousel-teacup-ride-induced nausea wasn’t that difficult, but still.
Gerbils marched into my heart of hearts when I was a young teenager and lasted there only until one of the little buggers jumped out of my hand onto the floor and made a dash for it. I scrambled after him, grabbed the end of his tail (the way to pick them up) and POP! – off came a third of his tail. I stood, screamed, and flung the tail across the room while “stumpy” ran away. He still won in the end. Did it kill him? No, he just had a smaller tail from then on. Did it stop him from running away again? Heck no – those things are bent on escaping your clutch. Quick, annoying little buggers.
Gerbils aren’t that bad. Maybe belligerent, I agree. This reminds me of that article about the squirrel that went on a rampage and injured three people:
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSL1432171020070614?feedType=RSS&rpc=22