March 5, 2008
Sugarbush Squirrel
There seems to be something hilariously off color about this squirrel. Thank yous to Laura.
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- Phil Bebbington: Just like me, always turn up after the damn party is over! Still, it woke me up and I’m glad...
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- Sheila Ryan: Just now got back to imagining “a meat-eating theropod with a large hump.” Tump me running.
- Deron Bauman: everything I needed to learn, I learned in revisionist history.
- Sheila Ryan: And concavenator my anus.
- Sheila Ryan: What I learned, I learned. Quit messing with what’s what.
- Sheila Ryan: Tump my tutu. Triceratops rocks, and God shed his grace on thee.
- Sheila Ryan: Oh, dang. Michael? Did I just embarrass you? Oh. Suzette? Did Michael embarrass you? I haven’t met...
- Jon Williams: touche!
- Deron Bauman: Uranus.
- Sheila Ryan: Deron, I really need a couple of those bistec tacos with the cilantro and onion and that...
- Jon Williams: You’ll pry Pluto’s planetary status from the far reaches of my cold, dead outer Solar...
- Suzette: Hi Mike…I am so embarrassed. Not really…it still sort of looks like tomato if you look quickly...
. . . a real, live Eastern Gray Squirrel who is owned and photographed by Ms. Kelly Foxton.
Oh, how I yearn to be owned and photographed.
Daryl, Deron, Andrew–if you so much as hint at hurting Mary’s sugarbush squirrel, you will have hell to pay. I mean it.
Reckon this is neither the time nor the place for that tale about the woman and the squirrels and the oil drums. Eh, Cindy?
Goddamit, leave the fucking squirrels alone. You’re just a bunch of squirrel hating…squirrel haters.
she said sugarbush squirrel.
Sugarbush is a sweet word. Sick bastard.
look, it’s that dude that’s on the dollar.
I’m not a hater. I love squirrels almost as much as Mike Huckabee does, but I don’t eat much fried food nowadays.
Butthead’s choking. On chicken.
Somebody help me, I’m not kidding.
Wait. Wait. I will email you the Heimlich maneuver.
Ahhh. Thank you, Michael. You’re quick with the fingers. I’m okay now. Really. No need for y’all to worry.
Mary. Jeys. You opened the door onto a world . . . I . . . that is to say — I . . . Okay. There, there, Sheila. Don’t forget to breathe.
What I mean to say is: It’s been a few years at least since I’ve looked at this kind of scary stuff on the internets. Grown women with My Little Pony fixations. And things like . . . this. I guess I thought they might have gone away. I guess I guessed wrong.
The Saddam Hussein Sugarbush. The Hospitalized Fidel Sugarbush.
Okay, y’all. I’m gone. CIndy was right to get drunk. I’m off to do the same.
Look, y’all. I’m not trying to say anything, but Cindy’s right. There will be hell to pay if this squirrell ends up harmed. I’m not looking at anybody, DERON, but that squirrell knows the meaning of a political target. Don’t trust to its woodland nature. It’ll be vicious.
slowly backing to the door … (that’s not a slingshot in my pocket).
Daryl, I think we might have a story for: I went to the funeral the hard way.
Squirrels with guns. Now there’s a thought! I’ll arm them and get them to work for my interests in the garden! That might work up until November.
Deron: “Squirrel Nutkin had surged into the open field before he realized his mistake: he had advanced in spite of being under-funded in the body armor department, and lots of the locals were mad because the weekly bribes had not been delivered on time.”
Daryl, I think this way, everybody wins.
Could of been way way worse, specially if it was the way I first thought when she told me. Squirrels could of been alive when the lady flung em in the oil drums.