Mine are real though and genuine.
Khad: GUESS WHAT
Khad: I SAW TWO SQUIRRELS CHASING EACH OTHER
Khad: THEY WENT INTO THE ROAD
Hulkamatt: oh theres more
Khad: AND THEN
Hulkamatt: OH NO
Khad: ONE GOT HIT
Khad: THE OTHER RAN THE FUCK AWAY
Khad: There was a thump and shit
Khad: No blood though
Hulkamatt: how sad ;(
Khad: They both were like
Khad: When they figured out they had taken their game to the road
Khad: They just stared at the traffic and were all spread out ready to pounce away
Khad: Only one didn't pounce fast enough
Hulkamatt: that sucks :(
Khad: Two squirrels enter. Only one leaves.
Hulkamatt: The Condemned???
Khad: Stone Cold Squirrel Austin
Hulkamatt: GAME ON
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
It's time we stop tolerating lawlessness in our cities and coddling these criminals. Twenty seconds to comply is too long for ED-209 to get the job done.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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