He may become better known as the inventor of the “Nigerian Bunny Scam”. Coming to your email soon.
When I was very little, we had a couple of gerbils. My mom took the cage outside to clean it one time. It was one of those where the bottom snaps off, leaving a wire grid so the animals are still contained. She hosed off the bottom, then left both the parts out to dry. You know where this is going.
Sure enough, about six hours later, after the hottest part of a very hot day, she suddenly remembered. And then had to call my dad and ask him to bring home some replacements.
Dude, this is the kind of thing you let fade quietly into the background. It was a bad choice, you were called on it, so apologize and let it die. Continuing to bring it up with increasingly asinine justifications does not help your case.
I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to post this, but given the tenor of the posts here I thought that I must.
I am, in fact, one of Lute Skywatcher’s bunnies.
This explains a great deal to quite a number of you (I know who you are, by the way… watxching my speeling mistakes and snickering silently).
Typing with these paws is diffificult.
Go ahead and lauggh. Meany primates!!!1
Lute, you just need to let this go. The more you try to justify and explain things, the worse it’s going to be. Just leave it be.
Funny that you should be mentioned in the thread before you even show up.
Exactly, you need to leave the past where it belongs…in the past.
Lute Skywatcher: “She’s wrong! I can’t go back! What would it prove, anyway? Wouldn’t change anything. You can’t change the past! You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not! And it’s because of me… it’s my fault… it’s my fault…”
Guinastasia: “Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana! Asante sana! Squash banana! We we nugu! Mi mi apana!”
Lute Skywatcher: “Come on, would you cut it out?”
Guinastasia: “Can’t cut it out, it’d grow right back!”
Lute Skywatcher: “Creepy little monkey… will you stop following me? Who are you?”
Guinastasia: “The question is who are YOU?”
Lute Skywatcher: “I thought I knew… now I’m not so sure. It looks like the winds are changing.”
Guinastasia: “Ah, change is good.”
Lute Skywatcher: “But it’s not easy. I know what I have to do, but going back means I’ll have to face my past.”
Guinastasia hits Lute Skywatcher over the head with a stick.
Lute Skywatcher: “Ow! What was that for?!”
Guinastasia: “It doesn’t matter! It’s in the past!”
Lute Skywatcher: “Yeah, but it still hurts!”
Guinastasia: “Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it… or learn from it! So what are you going to do?”
Lute Skywatcher: “Well first… I’m gonna take your stick!”
Guinastasia: “No no no! It’s not a stick! Hey, where are you going?”
Lute Skywatcher: “I’m going back!”
Guinastasia: “Good! Go on! Get out of here! Muahahahahahaha!”
I feel like such an asshole for laughing at that. :facepalm:
I don’t care either way but why have you never explained why you were so desperate as to ask strangers on the internet for money, but not desperate enough to tap into your multiple savings accounts?!
I never thought you were a scammer because why would a scammer mention multiple savings accounts?
When I was a pre-teen (10ish), my dad brought home a hermit crab in a small tank that someone had left with their curbside garbage. I had a dark light instead of a regular light at the time, because it was COOL! I kept the tank in my room and didn’t really do anything except toss water and fish pellets in there, because I was scared of it. I didn’t like to look at it. Also, this was before the internet, and none of us had any idea how to take care of a hermit crab.
Well, after a couple months of benign neglect, the cage started to smell. Like, REALLY bad. So I took it out into the living room and there were MAGGOTS IN THE CAGE. Like a billion maggots. It was so gross. We cleaned it up okay, but I could never think about him without feeling guilty, ever again.
The next day, I changed the black light for a regular lightbulb. But he died a couple months later, because we didn’t know you have to give them a bigger shell to move into. 
And then a raccoon dug up the box we buried him in, and ate him. :( I swore to never take charge of a crustacean again, it’s really for the best.
Indeed. I very rarely remember dopers’ names, even some very prolific ones. And I was unaware of the “rabbit needs AC” train wreck. I just read it.
Now, willing or not, I’ll remember Lute Skywalker’s name and for only one thing.
As they say : “Fuck a goat only once and…”
Well, at least now I understand the bunny and air conditioning references that I’ve seen in other threads.
I’m done with the AC business except for the occasional joke (see “What do you want?”).
Silkie died under the tree Christmas morning, 1987; to my knowledge, this is the first time that I’ve even hinted at what really happened. To anyone. The cats were ostensibly Mom’s and she’s been dead for two years and had Alzheimer’s for 6 before that so I can’t exactly tell her. I told the Dope and that’s that.
Wait, not '87; it was '85.
No shit man. I was going to call you out on that, but you corrected it in time.
I absolve you of all your sins. Go in peace.
That’d be better if you went by “Jesus Christ” or “Coz”. 
Yah, well i notice you haven’t forgiven Rachellelogram yet. No sense holding a grudge.
this is the best thing i’ve seen all day.