When you need a permit to buy a BB gun, squirrels pwn you.
Out here in the hinterlands, we've got plenty of 12-year-old boys who can fix that for you.
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3 days ago
The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
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A FLYING squirrel, no less. Has anyone seen a moose hanging around?
New Jersey lawmakers think it is too dangerous for drivers to pump their own gas at a filling station so the filling stations hire 16 year old kids to do for them.
It's something in the water.
Here's a great quote from Robert Ruark, on the 6th anniversary of his Old Man and the Boy column in Field and Stream magazine, back in the late 1950's/early 1960's:
About 180,000 printed words have been dredged out of a boyhood trove of memories, the basic idea being that in an era of atomic power, zip guns and juvenile gang warfare something of excitement might be recalled from an ice age in which kids were given knives and guns as a reward for behaving themselves.
The squirrel was obviously looking for drugs.
Heck...who needs the 12-year old boys...I've got a grown-up buddy from Okalahoma that would PAY for the opportunity...swears by squirrel...
In a similar vein, it always kills me when towns hire these 'deer snipers' to come in and clean out a problem they could raise valuable revenue from.
"Mr. B. Moose, white courtesy phone...Mr. Moose, white courtesy phone, please."
Mike James
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