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"So long and thanks for the fish"

Mr. Stub is leaving us and moving on to regain his role as "dad" to his little ones. This came as a large blow to one little Woodchuck last Thursday. I'm not surprised by the move, just not ready for it as the Stub was protecting me from the big bad hunter higher on the food chain than me. Although the two big bad hunters can kiss my furry little ass for all I care. Anyway we in the forest are very happy for Stub and his family and wish him only the best. With all of the travel and time away from the family even when you are home, you could see this comming.

So the woodland population drops by one for now.

I met the Squirrel for a IPA on Wednesday at the Rogue Brewpub in Issaquah, Washington. LONG LIVE THE ROGUE. This was a business meeting where we did work of some kind. We talked about the six Beavers and thier annual meeting on the hill.

Question, if you do something the same way and expect a different result, are you just plain mad in head? It's like Pam Anderson and her boobs, no matter how many times you change the size, thier still not organic. It's like putting Bud in a new bottle, it's still not beer. So, the forest where I run around in is trying to change the way we do business, but keep everything the same as we use to do it in the old days. How long do you loose your nuts before you find a new place to hide them?

Question, just what is the politically correct term for boobs? Ta Tas, breast, knockers, rack, boobs, two big eyes, mellons, biggins, hooters, love bumps, jugs, twins, ear warmers, bouncing fun, and the list goes on. I should look into this one. I wonder if I can get a goverment grant to study this? I can see it now, 20 million to find out that Hooters the restaurant really is refering to boobs and not some owl.

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Anonymous said…
well, I though we agreed to use the proper biological terms . . .

breasts

penis

vagina

heheheh - I just typed vagina on your blog (teach you to rant on about owls)
4:57 PM
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