JoeyWalnuts
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 25, 2008
- Posts
- 102
I thought the day started out pretty normal: 5 cups of coffee, shower and shave, get dressed, wallet, keys , phone, out the door I go. Wait, forgot to feed the cat. I’m already in bad graces with her. Treating her for ear mites left her pissy, to say the least. Okay, back out the door, into the truck. Wait, got to check the dog. Yes, he needs water, but the feeder is full. Okay, back to the truck; time to head to the office.
This is where things get a little weird; as I am driving down the road, I note a great deal of bunnies casually eating along the side of the road. They seemed to be trying their best to look inconspicuous. I already knew I was in trouble. A glint in that black eye, a certain casual attitude, it was a herd of suicide bunnies! My mind began to envision little packs of C5 strapped to their underbellies, rodents waiting to dart in front of an unsuspecting vehicle.
Who could benefit from this dastardly use of small mammals, perhaps the Taliban? Dogs lack the ambition to herd rabbits and actually prefer to eat them. Cats are just too lazy.
Then I saw him. Poised in a tree limb was the animal that was behind it all. With chirps and barks he was directing this army of cottontails. It was Ali-Bin-etin-nuts, the squirrel terrorist, with his minions Chip and Dale. It takes 45 minutes for a squirrel to eat and do his daily business. The rest of the time he dedicates himself to overthrowing the human race. Don’t be fooled by cute little hands and the bouncy way they run across the yard. They are vermin from hell with but one thing in mind: total world domination!
With a walnut staff in his hand he directs the herd of suicide bunnies to cross my path. I have no control and I know my time is limited; I swerve to the left then to the right avoiding the rabbits bounding across my path. I see the opportunity to speed ahead and one bunny desperate to die rams into the sidewall of my tire spinning in the air. I see him in my rearview mirror as he explodes into a small furry fireball, and I smile. . .
Then the alarm went off, and well, I shouldn’t eat peanut butter jalapeño cheese nachos with mayo and sardines before bed. Uggggggggh now it’s time to go to work.
Joey Walnuts
This is where things get a little weird; as I am driving down the road, I note a great deal of bunnies casually eating along the side of the road. They seemed to be trying their best to look inconspicuous. I already knew I was in trouble. A glint in that black eye, a certain casual attitude, it was a herd of suicide bunnies! My mind began to envision little packs of C5 strapped to their underbellies, rodents waiting to dart in front of an unsuspecting vehicle.
Who could benefit from this dastardly use of small mammals, perhaps the Taliban? Dogs lack the ambition to herd rabbits and actually prefer to eat them. Cats are just too lazy.
Then I saw him. Poised in a tree limb was the animal that was behind it all. With chirps and barks he was directing this army of cottontails. It was Ali-Bin-etin-nuts, the squirrel terrorist, with his minions Chip and Dale. It takes 45 minutes for a squirrel to eat and do his daily business. The rest of the time he dedicates himself to overthrowing the human race. Don’t be fooled by cute little hands and the bouncy way they run across the yard. They are vermin from hell with but one thing in mind: total world domination!
With a walnut staff in his hand he directs the herd of suicide bunnies to cross my path. I have no control and I know my time is limited; I swerve to the left then to the right avoiding the rabbits bounding across my path. I see the opportunity to speed ahead and one bunny desperate to die rams into the sidewall of my tire spinning in the air. I see him in my rearview mirror as he explodes into a small furry fireball, and I smile. . .
Then the alarm went off, and well, I shouldn’t eat peanut butter jalapeño cheese nachos with mayo and sardines before bed. Uggggggggh now it’s time to go to work.
Joey Walnuts