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Think of how this could mat my fur....not good.

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Kelsgarden said…
yeah, you tried this before didn't you . . .

anytime the coast gaurd plucks you off a cliff you are grounded!
Travel said…
Rinse and spin! Weeeeeee!

Travel
Anonymous said…
Squirrel? Oh Squirrel... Here Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel! Hmmm... where did that li'l varmint go???
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the concern, 'chuck tried to get me in the river by throwing a Brutal Bitter over the edge. I almost went for it until I remembered I don't have enough life insurance for Mrs. Squirrel to pay off the nest if I were to say, sail away....
Anonymous said…
So, uh, evil thought - but ya know those dryers they have in the locker room at the swim center . . . the ones you put your wet swin suite in and zip it spins it dry . . .

wonder what would happen if ya put Woodchuck and Squirrel in there {evil cackle}
Anonymous said…
Don't try to dusguise yourself Kel. We all know that was you!
Kelsgarden said…
hee hee hee . . .

the evil cackle gave me away huh? ;)
Woodchuck said…
You see what I have to live with...

You see....Herrumpuhhh.
Kelsgarden said…
hey now, you CAN be replaced . . .

of course, now that you are housebroken ;)
Anonymous said…
Why do I suddenly hear "Muskrat Love" playing in my head...

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