“When I was getting my senior picture many years ago, I was told that I could bring a pet to the studio. I brought my pet rat, Steve Polychronopolis. When the time came to photograph Steve, the photographer opened his cage for me. Steve freaked out and leaped from the top of his cage three feet onto my neck. He then urinated on me. After all of this, they couldn’t even get a good picture of us together without giving me demon eyes.”
(submitted by Erin)
What’s real and what’s stuffed? You decide.
(submitted by John)