Saturday, May 03, 2008

Panhandler





What happens when you stop giving them handouts.
(p.s. I think we may have found his nuts.)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Them's some sorry nuts. I s'pose if I was a hungry, shrunken-nut rodent who been gitten used to his shit all but served to him(?) on an ol' fancy pie-tin and then it weren't there one fine day, well, I'd prolly go rabid on yer screen-door. Yeah! I'd hump it with all my dry strength, a-screechin' and squirrelly businessin', and then yer Paw comes out, and I bite'm! And I HISSSSS! He poots his trousers, cos he's incontinent!
HAAAA! How I know this? I hang on the damn screen door, beeeetch!

-- Viva Le Squirrel avec itsy cajones

Laura said...

The little fuckwad actually took a piss while he was sitting on the back of the chair.

Anonymous said...

once upon a time I thought they were cute...but not any more...they are nasty nasty things...evil screechers..when I hang my washing on the line in the garden they had better not even think about coming near me....I screech louder than them when necessary..

Anonymous said...

Haha! Incontinent Squirrel! Classic!

Llei

Laura said...

Dee, I have this vision of your white cotton knickers hanging on the line and a squirrel falling leg-first into them and riding those cotton panties along as you reel in the wash oblivious to what rodenty surprises said undies contain.

Sorta like the perils of Swee'Pea in a Popeye cartoon.
Only, you know, funnier.