so mr. hasenpfeffer is leaving work quite late one night, and as he’s getting into his car he remembers that today was his wedding anniversary. “shit, shit, shit,” he thinks, “if i don’t find a store open at this hour to pick up a gift, the missus is gonna be angry something fierce.”
so he drives all over town, finding nothing open. up and down every street, for well over an hour. and just as he’s about to give up searching to go home and face the music, he notices a storefront still lit up – joe’s 24 hour pet store. so he pulls into the parking lot, and heads into the store.
as mr. hasenpfeffer walks through the store, he realizes that every cage is empty, so he heads right over to the counter. “hello there,” he says “i’m looking for a gift for my wife on our anniversary… maybe a dog or a cat, something to keep her company while i’m at work all day.”
“well,” says joe, “we’re fresh out of dogs. cats too. been a busy day, today.”
“do you have maybe a parrot, then?”
“nope, no birds. sold the last one an hour ago.”
“oh my.” says mr. hasenpfeffer, getting rather dejected by this point. “it’s my anniversary today, and i almost forgot. i have to get my wife something, cause i know if i come home empty handed, she’s gonna beat me with her favourite frying pan. you must have something here.”
“in fact i have only one animal left in the whole store.”
“yes?”
“yes, it’s a marmot.” says joe.
“a marmot? do they make good pets?”
“oh for sure. in fact, this particular marmot is guaranteed to please.”
“i guess i’ll take it then.”
“ok,” says joe, “that’ll be $500”
“$500?!”
“it’s a very special marmot, my friend.”
“sheesh. but i guess i don’t really have much of a choice at this point.” said mr. hasenpfeffer.
so he buys the marmot, and and carries it in it’s little box out to his car, placing it on the passenger seat for the ride home.
about halfway home, mr. hasenpfeffer gets a little curious about the marmot, so at a red light he leans over to lift up the box top and take a peak. he gets the lid open only slightly and the marmot jumps out, right into his lap, rips open his fly, and proceeds to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had in his life (and quite possibly the best blowjob ever given, period.) the marmot then hops right back into the box after finishing.
so mr. hasenpfeffer finally makes it home, and gets out of the car holding the marmot box behind his back as he walks up to the house. sure enough, there at the door is mrs. hasenpfeffer waiting impatiently with her favourite frying pan in hand. “don’t tell me you forgot what today is.” she says as he approaches the door.
“no i didn’t forget. see? here, i bought you a marmot.” he says as he hands her the box.
“a marmot?! you bought me a marmot?!”
“yup.”
“what the fuck am i supposed to do with a marmot?!” asks mrs. hasenpfeffer.
“well,” says mr. hasenpfeffer, “first off, you can teach it to cook and clean, and then you can get the hell out of my house!”