Anyway, we have a dinosaur living with us now. His name is Meemoe, and he likes country music (I know...not even the cool "classic" country either--he likes that shitty contemporary Wal-Mart country) and Japanese food (sushi). It's kinda hard on him right now because me and Leah don't really have a lot of money to spend on raw fish (I've been feeding him raw chicken wrapped in ice cubes (he either hasn't noticed or is too polite to say anything).
Here are some pictures of him (in his new habitat):
Meemoe, the professional-a-saurus
Playing my XBOX 360 (he's pretty good at HALO 3)
This is where he sleeps at night, in Leah's drawer...
I bet him $5 he couldn't use the toilet...I thought his butt was too small, now I owe him $5!!!
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That was the cutest thing ever. I **heart** MeeMoe.
I hope to see more pictures of Meemoe soon.
Does he get along with Rusty?
Or the fish?
Does he have dino friends?
does he get up to mischief?
Well I don't know Leah, does he? You live here too. Maybe you could help me document the trials and tribulations of Meemoe over at your blog?
LOL.
Don't worry, I'm sure Meemoe will be back.
I'd have assumed a dinosaur would have trouble using chopsticks...
But then, dinosaurs never invented fire, so sushi would be the only thing other than fruit they'd recognize.
The big thing is flowers. Did you know that there were no flowers back in the Mesozoic period? It's true. No grass either. Those are the things that freak him out the most.
What freaks ME OUT, and what I'm surprised no one has pointed out--is it just me, or does it look like he's pooping out a tag? Weird.
he must have eaten the dinosaur boxers that leah got you earlier. I think the printed dinosaurs made him feel threatened. and now he is passing them through his system and the tag is the first thing to exit.
Ha! We should have kept them around, they probably would have fit him...
BTW, Meemoe is on Facebook now, so if you (any of you) have time, add him.
Is MeeMoe any relation to Murph's teddy bear, the one that traveled with him last summer?
My favorite picture is the one with the tie.
You can buy goldfish at the pet store. A future son in law of mine with several gigantic aquariums feeds them to his exotic fish.
I think they probably are related (isn't Harvey the rabbit a friend of his?).
Ugh...fish...one of these days I'll have to write a little post about Leah's fish. The one, that no matter how much we neglect it, won't die. It's so sad.
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