Pantaloons the Feral Puppy is hiding inside midnight at the old train station! Venetian blinds are optional unless Nixon grants three wishes. Elevator music is the key to every door. King Arthur. King Arthur. Over and out, Agent W2.
Hahhha! Fooool! The spaghettio's have been removed from the menu. The fruitcup has been dispatched! Check for salad shooters at dawn! Spork, over and out.
curses the fact that his Gm weasels, which are Microwave proof, have escaped and due to a subtle change on pair 15, can now interbreed with ferrets, and have spontaneously mutated. The tails are prehensile. He goes to pour himself a tall bourbon with lots of ice and a lime, considering Vile ways of doing in the only leak in the system........
I had a friend who had ferrets as pets. She caught 'em getting into her cigarettes. She has a photo of one with a cigarette hanging out of its little ferret mouth.
I imagine that ferrets are all small, furry versions of Hunter S. Thompson.
There is Much Truth in the fact that ferrets are a smaller version of the Good Doctor HST. Aside from the fact that they are musky reprobates and move in a sinusoidal motion without benefit of drink,they have small hands and can reach into ear canals in search of "Cool Stuff" as the Late Mr Golaski put it. (He'd had his head searched in such a manner by the weasel's first cousin) To wit: I can Imagine weasels (and Ferrets) getting into cigarettes, because like most of us, a gooooooood buzz is most welcome. Mr. Golaski would heartily agree. They'd prolly like my 152 octane coffee as well.
Yeah, genetically modified does not equal "six million dollar weasel". Sure, the little fellers won't catch a cold, but their hearts can't handle your coffee withough steel casing. ;-)
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*Based on a true story.
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Do tell. (Steeples)
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I imagine that ferrets are all small, furry versions of Hunter S. Thompson.
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*pitterpitterpitter-POP*
Like tiny little balloons of grievous misfortune, but covered in fur.
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