My favorite pastime is telling people all about skinny pigs.
“Here’s a picture of a scrotum with a mustache. He will never know what warmth feels like. If you want him, you’re going to have to pick between his happiness and safety. If you want him to be happy and get him a friend to live with, when they argue his friend will bite him in the rump, and he’s going to be constantly sick. If you want him to be safe, just get him, but he might actually die of loneliness.”
“Also, he only exists for one of two reasons. Either he is going to have drugs tested on him in a lab (no fur means easy access to the skin) or a breeder was using him to store the genes of a recessive coloration pattern they like. If you still want one, get a heating pad for him to to stand on and some blankets for him to tunnel under, and hope he doesn’t pee on the heating pads too much.”
“And no, I don’t know why he costs $300.”
Love the alt text.
