I would like to thank the motorist, weaving back home from his party, for giving his B.F. Goodrich rubber stamp of rejection to this poor waddling bastard (actually another just like it), last night.I was able to get about twenty whole minutes of sleep, as a perpetual Fox News Alert kept rushing the lead story up my sinuses. Now I have a splitting headache, on top of my lack of sleep.
One credit must be given to the little bugger. Not many creatures, that suffer the indignity of becoming road jerky, can muster the kind of posthumous biological middle finger that the skunk can.
My only regret was that I couldn't eulogize him properly, by depositing his remains in Mr. Goodrich's breakfast cereal.
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Insol, all I can say is, damn!
I don't think skunk bacon would be very tasty. :(
Almost twenty hours later and it still smells like France around here.
PU! Your eyes must be stinging, too.
Ewww....skunk bacon.
I like the smell of Skunk in the morning!! *wink if you know what I mean*wink
Hmmm... Just where were you, on or about the previous evening Ssssteve?
Oh.. and Hi, RT.
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