... we now have a ferret. A fucking ferret. Can you believe that? It's that face, that sad "Can we get it ple-e-e-ease" Natasha face. She makes that face and I'm weak as hell. Seriously. If she wanted to buy a pet Hitler and she made the face, then I'd probably just pussy out and tell her to be sure to clean Adolph's litter box every day.
Anyways, back to our ferret. His name was Frak but we've renamed him Brak because we're us. He had a brother named Frik but he died and now Brak's owners can't take care of him. So we have Brak now. And guess what? Because his brother's dead, Brak is bored, listless, and depressed as hell.
We own a depressed ferret.
How do these things happen to us? Huh? How?
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