Dead hamster immortalised as answer to password security question

A DECEASED hamster will live on in memory after becoming the answer to a password security question.

Nathan Muir, 31, was gifted Mr Pebbles for his 11th birthday. The pet died two years later after an experiment with a vacuum cleaner went horribly wrong.

Muir said: “I wanted a puppy so was incredibly disappointed when I got what was basically a chubby rat. I didn’t really care when I realised he’d suffered a slow, painful death in the hoover bag.

“But the other day I needed to make a Yelp account so I could leave a bad review for a local massage parlour. ‘First pet’ came up as the security question option and I remembered Mr Pebbles.

“I could have chosen my mum’s maiden name but I don’t really want to think of her every time I complain about not getting a happy ending.”


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Five twats you always get stuck with at weddings

NO matter how beloved the friend, their wedding is loaded with twats and the following people will insist on being in attendance: 

The hip flask man

The hip flask man – it is always a man – believes himself a raconteur and doesn’t see the issue with bringing a small amount of booze to a place that has a large amount of booze. An utterly pointless action from an utterly pointless person. You’re not Dean Martin, you’re a bellend.

The cryptocurrency enthusiast

Previously the buy-to-let property enthusiast, and before that the collectible toy enthusiast, this twat will tell you all about their investments even though you didn’t ask. To exit the conversation simply ask them to explain the blockchain, and leave when they look down at their phone to Google it.

The sad cousin

Haunting the wedding like a ghost, the sad cousin will attempt to talk to you about their latest miserable break up. Luckily, this sack of glum will disappear at around half-eight, so all you have to do is last until then without engaging. They’ll try and catch your eye. Be ruthless.

The overprotective bridesmaid

The overprotective bridesmaid behaves like the PA for a New York fashion mogul and has taken it upon herself to keep everyone away from the bride. She’s not Imelda Marcos, she’s just some woman that got married, so take your five-minute slot at 9.15pm and shove it up your arse.

The banter friend

‘Should have come on the staaaaaag,’ they say, and you know that you were right not to go. They’ll hint at sex, drugs and crime; you’ll wish they got hit by a car. The ‘Why weren’t you at the hen?’ version is just as bad, if not worse.