***Yvonne blows on her fingernails and polishes them on her chest***
oh you I know you're not a bragger...being right is second nature to you...***Yvonne blows on her fingernails and polishes them on her chest***
Shoot the little things
See if one of your neighbors have a pellet gunChrist, with what, Bob's urine in a water pistol??? Little??? The first one was as big as my 17 pound cat, the next smaller, the third a good 20 pounds, send me a Glock 9 and I'll fix them and the 'coons too.
I almost made an unfortunate mistake.....
ZEROPILOT.... YOU WERE CORRECT AND I CERTAINLY WAS WRONG. I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT QUITE BELIEVING YOU.
Last night I chased 3 different possums at different times. At 11:30 or so, bare footed I chased this one who was extremely familiar with my yard. He heads for Bob's shed, up by the doggie door, over the cinderblocks and I thought he would squeeze between the chainlink and the shed. It's dark, I am barefooted in a short bathrobe, no bra. Dangerous times...so I look over the blocks in the dark to make sure he's gone like I thought. Then I realized he had been too fat to get between the fence and the shed, so his face as I was bending over in the dark was 4 inches from mine. Yipes! So I was already bending over, I hit him with one of my boobs, and he ran, so I chased him thru my tort pens, then he squeezed thru the gate, so I chase him up the street, get a good whack on his back, then this b**** is hollering "don't kill it", no, just kill her, and a car almost ran me down so I unquietly slithered home, and 20 minutes later it was almost a repeat, another one, I chased and hit him he hiss and ran. So I set the trap with stinky cat food. Tonight I'm trying old fish, I saw him look at the cage and back up. So tonight it's fish and a tarp....
Not if you're 70 yrs old....You hit a opossum with your boob?? ... That's a new one!
I hope Bob starts feeling better soon!