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
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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