Friends?
Two of my “pals” from Montana must have raced to see which one of them could send me this story first.
Hint: It deals with an Ohio jackass and his interesting choice of pets and how one of his pets surprised one of his neighbors.
Thanks, guys … NOT.
Jimbo they thought you needed a little extra heart action… *grin*
Comment by Teresa — September 4, 2007 @ 10:42 pm
How is it that, as a child, I was scolded that if I didn’t eat all the food on my plate, the alligators in the sewer [not entirely apocryphal] would come and eat me, and still I managed to come away with like…ZERO fear of alligators? And yet, you, [to quoth Elisson] crap a peachpit when one’s in the news a couple of states away.
Dude…get a grip! With the possible exception of some dumbass dropping a 9-inch gator in a pond, in Jersey, every couple of years, destined to be captured by the ASPCA, there are NO FREAKING GATORS IN NEW JERSEY.
Why are you so insane about this??? You should be more afraid of black bears, and corrupt politicians. And me…you should definitely be afraid of me.
😉
Comment by Wiseass Jooette — September 4, 2007 @ 11:17 pm
And they taste just like frog legs..and better than possum.
Comment by GUYK — September 5, 2007 @ 12:28 am
No? Not like?
I thought you’d be glad that it wasn’t any closer than it was.
Comment by DMerriman — September 5, 2007 @ 8:25 am
How else are we supposed to keep Fruit of the Loom in business?
Every time you read one these stories you fill three NASA diapers; then you spend the rest of the day sipping chocolate vodka and posting about how wonderful Montana is.
Comment by Randy — September 5, 2007 @ 11:38 am
Yeah, I think I’d be more afriad of Erica. She’s evil enough to find a life like gator and mail it to you.
Comment by Maeve — September 5, 2007 @ 4:43 pm
oh, Maeve… don’t give the girl any ideas!
Comment by Jean — September 5, 2007 @ 5:34 pm
Gator babies for sale cheap, half price to certain parties of he jewish faith
Comment by james old guy — September 5, 2007 @ 8:45 pm
“Yeah, I think I’d be more afriad [sic] of Erica. She’s evil enough to find a life like gator and mail it to you.”
Actually, I’m evil enough to find a real gator, but since I am of the Jooish faith, and next week starts the Jooish Days of Awe [Rosh Ha’Shana, Yom Kippur, etc], I will have to hold off any evil-doing, since I’m hoping to bookmark myself in the “Book of Life” for at least another year.
You lucked out this time, Hairboy.
Comment by Wiseass Jooette — September 6, 2007 @ 6:59 pm
My husband once ordered gator at a posh restaurant and still talks about it 20 years later.
Gators for pets! Hey I used to think they lived in the sewers and would bite my bum if I used the bathroom.
They can you know.
(evil grin)
Comment by aithne — September 6, 2007 @ 8:00 pm
Knock Knock…
Who’s There?
Ummm…errrr…uhhhhhhhh
a luggage delivery?????
Comment by Robbie K. — September 10, 2007 @ 11:09 am