my right pinky has been sleeping all day while i've been working. i wish it could be the other way around. my pinky has been as productive as pinky, the lab rat, on pinky and the brain. it seems that whenever my finger is being weird, i'm reminded of pinky and the brain.
i got a lab rat once in 5th grade. and his name was pinky. i won him from a class drawing. my mom signed a permission form assuming i'd never win. little did she know that none of the other kids were able to get the form signed. so i won by default.
i had pinky for a while, he grew big and fat. he'd sit on my shoulder and freak out my mom with his huge pink tail. but one day, pinky got a little feisty and he tried to eat my finger. that was the last straw. i brought him to the pet store and traded him for a couple dog bones for my new pet nacho.
when pet's get put down the saying is that you're putting them to sleep. much like how my finger is sleeping. a finger that pinky once bit. so it would seem to come full circle to say that pinky was put to sleep that day. but really, he was fed to a snake.