tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280523222024-03-07T22:28:11.862-08:00A blog about all sorts of things. And squirrel stories. Sometimes.Mama Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14382143128778170263noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28052322.post-1161832330037689322006-10-25T20:11:00.000-07:002006-10-25T20:13:38.796-07:00

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This one time at Squirrel CAMP (they call it Squirrel CAMP - it's really more of a rehab center for highly disturbed squirrels - The Squirrel Center for Advanced Matters of Perversity - Squirrel CAMP sounds better, though), Suicidal Squirrel ♫(insert theme music)♫ was having a bad day. He just wanted to die. His macaroni art kept coming

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Once upon a time Suicidal Squirrel ♫(insert theme music)♫ was writing a treatise on the implausibility of life as a squirrel and the difficulties of assuring a truly meaningful life by accomplishing a truly unusual death, when a bird flew overand poopedon his head. As he looked up, cursing the fact that birds can do that and that

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Once upon a time Suicidal Squirrel ♫(insert theme music here)♫ was resting on a tree limb looking down at the world and being depressed by the futility of it all and pondering an inventive and hopefully successful method for ending the travesty of his existence. He happened to hear the distinctive putt-putt-putt of an aging Winnebago approaching.

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Once upon a time Suicidal Squirrel ♫(please insert theme music)♫ was walking through the meadow contemplating a new way to attempt to end the travesty which he called his life. When, from out of nowhere, he was abducted by aliens. Needless to say, this turn of events rather shocked our

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Mama and Papa Squirrel just did not know what they were doing when they invited me to join their squad. Now I can ruin the world by spreading my textual (ahem) graffiti all over their lovely little blogs! HA HA HA I AM EVIL!!! ::runs around:: ::trips over suicidal squirrel and dies::Ew.The End.

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No, really, she is.So this one time there was this little old man and little old woman who were living off of their social security. The folks realized that they weren't going to be able to make ends meet on just their social security, so they had to come up with a plan. The old man says, "Honey, I think you're going to have to go out on the street." So the next night, she went out at dusk, and

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Once upon a time... there was a squirrel. This squirrel was not like the other squirrels. Oh sure, he hunted for nuts and berries and girl squirrels and such. But he found no fulfillment in this life of searching and gathering and leaping from tree to tree and sometimes falling far to the ground and often being rejected by the girl squirrels. And

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Matthew went away today. It was for the best. We weren't happy anymore. We made a good pretense for a long time. We tried therapy. We even tried mood-altering drugs. I did things I don't even like thinking about. Everybody knew it was coming. I just wasn't ready for it to be today. Sure, I had thrown him out of the house before, but then he'd always look at me through the door with those big blue

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