my landlord has been spreading coyote urine around to get rid of a squirrel.
The squirrel - being a city squirrel and unused to the presence of coyotes - has no clue whatsoever that this is supposed to be a magic "squirrel force field".
The squirrel - whose name is "Chubby" - continues to feast upon offerings from the big slight hairy pink gods, in the form of discarded chicken wings (CHEE-kin), and (now) slightly rancid hamburger. These blessings in life has given him a slightly rotund figure (hence his moniker) and is seen by the other squirrels in the neighborhood as something of a Henry VIII figure...
Meanwhile, the big slightly hairy pink gods have to contend with rather smelly yellow sponges dotting the property...
Aw c'mon - haven't you ever fantisized about going to a 5-star French restaurant, ordering the most expensive wine from the cellar, taking a sip for the tasting, spitting it out and loudly exclaiming "What kind of coyote pissed in this bottle?"
... Fred and I did while we were in Paris (well, the fantasy part...).
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The squirrel - being a city squirrel and unused to the presence of coyotes - has no clue whatsoever that this is supposed to be a magic "squirrel force field".
The squirrel - whose name is "Chubby" - continues to feast upon offerings from the big slight hairy pink gods, in the form of discarded chicken wings (CHEE-kin), and (now) slightly rancid hamburger. These blessings in life has given him a slightly rotund figure (hence his moniker) and is seen by the other squirrels in the neighborhood as something of a Henry VIII figure...
Meanwhile, the big slightly hairy pink gods have to contend with rather smelly yellow sponges dotting the property...
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... Fred and I did while we were in Paris (well, the fantasy part...).
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