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Thanks for the advise.

"Make sure the squirrel is fresh, if not, skip the squirrel and go stright to the booze. "

Thank you Mr. Travel Penguin
A point well made by a fellow traveling friend.

Comments

Bert said…
Yes, I think pickled French herrings would kill me.

(Shudder!)
Anonymous said…
Why you gotta use flattened squirrel? My people are usually much faster than woodchucks (we work out on treadmills when we aren't counting our nuts) The only way we usually get tatered is when we have a wee bit too much ale. If that happens, oh well, we're already marinated...
Kelsgarden said…
Squirrel, you trouble me.

A LOT.

And you are assuming the WC would even cross the road -

And if he did we would swerve BIG time

Can you imagine the body damage to my car

The WC is much too clever

He sends the Squirrel!
Kelsgarden said…
if you don't update more often I am going to start ghostwriting your blog - oh, the adventures you will have mwuahaahaa

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