I downed my whisky, steeled my nerves and stepped out of the saloon. Boot Hill was full of gunslingers put there by The Kid, and now he’d called me out. Only two ways left to go: running like a dog for the rest of my days, or onto that street.
He was waiting there, fixing his beady eyes on me, eyes that had seen death without ever blinking. Hard to believe that someone so fluffy could be so cold.
“Fill your hand, varmint,” he squeaked.
“This is Hector my decadent hamster.” says Hannah.
Cue the distinctive whistle.
Wooo-Ooo-Ooo
Bwah Bwah Bwah.
Wooo-Ooo-Ooo
Bwah Bwah Bwah.
The hammie steeliness is evident even from a distance. *shiver*
I have to quickly move past the first pic now, as it’s distressing to see that poor pig screaming in the WSPA ad to the right.
Oh noes! It’s the Hammie with No Name!
Ham Noon
Do not forsake me, Oh my Hamster!
Gunfight at the OK Whose Turn Is It To Clean The Cage.
The Good, The Bad, and the Fuzzy
STANDING OVASHE
O Hammie, Where Art Thou?
a dustbunny tumbleweed-ed past…
reminds me of another NOMTOM classic… The Prickly Kid!
(hewwo)
I assumed he was “The Kid” mentioned in this text.
Could some talented person please provide the link? pretty please?
The Qte and the Ded.
good one!
YAY Gigi!!!
10 out of 10 on IHamDB
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The only part that I don’t get
(and I”m sure that it’s my lack o’ knowledge) is the
“fill yer hand” part of the Challenge …..???? what’d I miss??
The Critter is Cute !!!
Here that should clear it up for you.
oh it’s a John WAYNE ref !!!!
And when the little guy is done shootin’ varmints, he demands his dinner by yellin’ “Fill your ham!” at the top of his tiny lungs.
Yee-HAW!
You nailed that one (once again)!
This scene needs two things:
1) A tumbleweed slowly rolling past;
2) A tiny little gunbelt on the tiny little gunslinger.
vewwy twue
Somewhere Walter Hill is grinding his teeth…
No country for old ham
ha!
Just stay out of Miss Kitteh’s Saloon.
Hector the Decadent Hamster = title of the best children’s book there never was.
Hector the Decadent Hamster = title of the best children’s book there never was.
Loving Hector. We have a rogue hammie, too.
You go, Hector.
You go!
Clint Eastham