From Clubbing to Motherhood
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Once I used to be a clubber. I used to go coast to coast clubbing seals. Then I was in this organic tea shop and this special chai had, drove my estrogen levels up. It so happened I was babysitting my neighbours pet gecko. My neighbour was on the road most of the year so I raised this gecko. Finally one day he asked me if I would like to have him. So now I am the mother of 2 year old gecko. THE END.
On a related note, I think the ultimate fart is when you can go into a Greyhound bus stop bathroom where four people are having long crapping sessions with different levels of constipation involved, and you fart while taking a piss, and they all run out, panties dragging.
You were clubbing sea lions? I thought when you were a fugitive in Yunnan province in Southern China, you were into clubbing the cuter Giant Pandas. Btw, your gecko can be handy in selling insurance when it grows up. I bought mine from one.
Geckos also play a mean game of poker. Just take a look at the World Series winners list. I knew seals were fun, but didn’t know they were into clubbing. What a cliquish lot! Give me penguins any day. Much more social, and they can actually hold their drink.
I’m thinking of getting a pet for my daughter, and the gecko seems like an interesting option. What kind of gecko is it? Does it have an interesting personality? Would it deal well with some amount of ‘mishandling’.
I am still scratching my head trying to figure out the leap from clubbing mothers (or sea lions, or seals or whichever your favorite carnivorious marine animal you wish to club today) to itty-bitty geckos who play poker.
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clubbing seals is fun.