Friday, November 25, 2005
Thanksgiving At The Elders
I think the picture says it all really. It was either him or us. No two ways about it. Furry, cuddly, even harmless some might say. They might say it...and they might be wrong. Ferocious, bloodthirsty, without remorse...those are the words I would use. 2.5 feet of tawny muscle and sharp teeth coming straight at you with all the power of an aging honda lawn mower. Yeah I shot him...I'm not sorry either. Like I said...it was him or us.
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Don't know why the picture came out so crappy.
I thought you were talking about little James until I looked a bit closer at the picture.
~The Norweigan
An honest mistake
The scene unfolded like this:
George: Behold the cave of Elder!
Sam: Right! Keep me covered.
Bob: What with?
Sam: Just keep me covered.
George: Too late!
Sam: What?
George: There he is!
Bob: Where?
George: There!
Sam: What, behind the coon?
George: It is the coon!
Bob: You silly sod! You got us all worked up!
George: Well, that's no ordinary coon. That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on.
Sam: You tit! I soiled my carharts I was so scared!
George: Look, that coon's got a vicious streak a mile wide, it's a killer!
Bob: Get stuffed!
George: It'll do you a trick, mate!
Bob: Oh, yeah?
Sam: You manky Scot's git!
George: I'm warning you!
Sam: What's he do, nibble your bum?
George: He's got huge, sharp-- he can leap about -- look at the bones!
Bob: Go on, Sam. Chop his head off!
Sam: Right! Silly little bleeder. One coon stew comin' right up!
Did you guys use the holy hand grenade?
There was nothing holy about the handgrenade, unless Benelli is considered saintly, which could very well be.
Raccoons are not rodents.
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