I thought I was done with Naked Mole Rats with yesterday’s post but clearly I had just opened the door to today’s addiction. So, in an effort to avoid Black Friday shopping and appear busy at my house, I embarked on a quest to learn all things Naked Mole Rat. And then to tweet every little factoid I could find to the mostly never-met-me-before strangers who foolishly elected to ‘follow’ me on Twitter. Poor, unsuspecting tweeters … twitterers … nerds … whatever we’re calling ourselves these days.
(Oh, yeah. And I attached a picture to nearly every tweet – always one of the two from yesterday’s post, unless I included a different one here.)
So, here are today’s Naked Mole Rat tweets … in chronological order:
I plan to use this yucky fella in several tweets today until he scores us some retweets. Think he’s up to the task?
He & Mr. Bigglesworth could co-star in the new nauseating version of ‘Tom & Jerry.’
Naked Mole Rats – It’s like holding a warm ziploc of tiny bones.
The only two food sources I find for Naked Mole Rats are tubers & their own feces. As if their lives weren’t sad enough.
Throngs of shoppers are out killing themselves for Black Friday. I’m home googling facts about Naked Mole Rats. I ask you – Who’s the idiot?
Eating feces not enough? Naked Mole Rats also ‘wear’ it as a means of identifying other members of the same colony.
I think HUMAN gangs should be required to adhere to the same ritual.
WAY boring until 1:30 when it shifts gears to play the most AWESOME Naked Mole Rat anthem you’ve ever heard. (This video can be found at the end of this post.)
Everyone’s tweeting about Naked Mole Rats with ODNT. Don’t you think that’s some information I would like to know? I like Naked Mole Rats.
This is Eric’s pet & the MAIN reason he gave Bill the creeps. Still, they both got invited to the taco party.
As promised, the youtube video with the Naked Mole Rat Anthem is below. Please remember that this catchy blues tune doesn’t begin until 1:30. The content before that will very likely lull you into a coma. Also, don’t blame me if you suddenly find yourselves singing this haunting melody in the shower, the car or even on the job. Personally, I’m saving it for my daughter’s wedding dance. If she were marrying today at age 9, she’d completely agree. We’ll see what happens in the future. Crossing fingers …
Okay. I think I am finally done with these icky little guys.
Thanks for listening while I got it all out of my system.