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Post by rocky4948 on Dec 2, 2009 13:34:50 GMT -5
I don't have a dog. I do have raccoons, though, and it pisses me off. When you are cranky, I always assume your daughter just made a brilliant decision like turning down a full ride scholarship to be a rock star or something. Raccoons are pretty great, as long as you can keep them out of the garbage. And the house!!
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Post by jeromeoneil on Dec 2, 2009 13:49:18 GMT -5
I don't have a dog. I do have raccoons, though, and it pisses me off. When you are cranky, I always assume your daughter just made a brilliant decision like turning down a full ride scholarship to be a rock star or something. Oh, it's been freaking wonderful on that front lately, let me tell you. Sometimes I wonder how that child ever sprang from my loins. That's exactly where they've been. Ballsy little bastards, too. The can is right next to the back door. I hear them out there. I turn on the back light, and open the door. They stare at me like I'm intruding. Didn't even have the decency to scamper off like proper rodents.
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Post by rocky4948 on Dec 2, 2009 14:10:00 GMT -5
When you are cranky, I always assume your daughter just made a brilliant decision like turning down a full ride scholarship to be a rock star or something. Oh, it's been freaking wonderful on that front lately, let me tell you. Sometimes I wonder how that child ever sprang from my loins. That's exactly where they've been. Ballsy little bastards, too. The can is right next to the back door. I hear them out there. I turn on the back light, and open the door. They stare at me like I'm intruding. Didn't even have the decency to scamper off like proper rodents. Eating and scampering gives them heart burn
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