Squirrels
Everytime I go outside the squirrels suddenly look up and whisper something into their little hands.
God I hate those things.
posted by Noir Muse at 11:25 AM
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Everytime I go outside the squirrels suddenly look up and whisper something into their little hands.
God I hate those things.
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- Name: Noir Muse
- Location: Ypsilanti, MI
If I were a beverage, I'd be a coffee - the "dark and vibrant" flavor.
3 Comments:
"Here she comes--rumor has it she hates us... everyone nibble adorably and try to change her mind."
A suburban tragedy if I ever saw.
I always felt like the crows were watching me on rainy days during math class. Hope married life is all-fun, all-the-time.
Mr. Latigo, those squirrels are evil. Be careful of who you trust.
Cl, whoa, how'd you know? Married life is like a amusement park ride, a photo booth and cotton candy on a stick all rolled into one. (conducive to giddiness, hyperactivity, tooth decay and other such pleasures of life)
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