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Regretting Your Pet Rhino?

So your pet rhinoceros has turned out to be more of a handful than you had anticipated.

When you saw that adorable baby rhino in the shop window, you horribly underestimated just how large rhinoceroses tend to get.

As adorable as little Philbert was when you brought him home, he isn’t so adorable now that he’s rampaging through the neighborhood and knocking over Honda Civics.

Your loudmouth neighbor owns a Honda Civic.

A full-grown rhinoceros will eat a lot. I cannot stress how much a full-grown rhinoceros can eat.

And even though it seems illogical, they crap more than they eat.

I know Antoine Lavoisier said matter cannot be created or destroyed, but I’m wagering he never saw a rhinoceros turn half a dozen pumpkins into a metric ton of rhino crap.

Rhinoceroses like to crap on rose bushes; They’re drawn to rose bushes like crapping on them is their purpose in life.

Your loudmouth neighbor has rose bushes.

Rhinoceroses tend to struggle with anger management, and they hate garden gnomes; if they see a garden gnome they will stomp it until it has been pulverized into a fine dust.

Your loudmouth neighbor has garden gnomes.

Did I mention a rhinoceros can puncture the side of a Honda Civic with its horn? It can–and it’s hilarious.

“It’s tipping the car over. It’s tipping the car over,” your loudmouth neighbor will scream in horror.

You know when you laugh so hard your side hurts, and you pee a little? That’s what happens.

And Insurance companies seem reticant to pay out on damages caused by an alleged rhinoceros attack.

Despite some of the positive things listed above, I would not recommend getting a rhinoceros as a pet.

Get something smaller and more manageable, like a gorilla.

Gorillas just throw their crap at your loudmouth neighbor–it’s hilarious.

Cooked Goose Results in Attack

Jamestown, NY–A domestic dispute has erupted over the butchering of a goose.
When local authorities arrived at a small farmhouse on the outskirts of the city, they discovered a bizarre scene involving a semi-conscious man covered in goose feathers and sauce and with a suspicious wound on his buttocks.
The disheveled man said he had been preparing a nice cooked goose for his wife when she came home and viciously attacked him for no apparent reason.
“It was a very bizarre scene,” one of the responding officers said. “We found the victim in a daze, covered in goose feathers and some kind of sauce that made all the feathers stick to him. He also had a wound on his buttocks that appears to have been made by a pitchfork.”
“The sauce smelled sweet and zippy; I’m guessing some kind of Cumberland sauce,” another officer added. “It’s too bad; I bet it would have paired well with the goose…I mean, had his wife not used it to scald him.”
“The goose laid golden eggs,” the wife exclaimed in exasperation. “And I don’t mean that metaphorically; it laid literal eggs of gold. Do you know how hard that is to find?”
“But it wasn’t hard to find,” the victim later stated, “it just wandered onto the farm one day; easy peasy.”
“The idiot knows what I mean,” his wife responded angrily.
“I don’t see what the big deal is the victim replied, it is frightfully difficult to make a proper omelet with golden eggs; it’s nearly impossible.”
“You could buy a thousand omelets with a golden egg, you imbecile.” The wife retorted.
“Where’s the satisfaction in that?” The victim asked.
“Yep,” the booking officer told us, “we had to pull her off him again; she went at him like a honey badger…in her defense, he was kind of an idiot.

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