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Yeah, like I shot a squirrel . . . . or a firearm for that matter.
Ewww. No squirrel stew for me. Are you going native?
You scared me for a moment. I thought we weren't gonna be able to be friends anymore. phew!
*hee hee* Still laughing about this one... :)
Ate squirrel until I baked it whole and when I took the lid off the pan...it look like the squirrel was...praying. Never eaten one since!
taste like oily chicken
Can you get a raccoon control version of those things?
Any squirrel that eats all my avocadoes deserves killin. I'd probably end up shooting the neighbor or something.
Ewww. No squirrel stew for me. Are you going native?
ReplyDeleteYou scared me for a moment. I thought we weren't gonna be able to be friends anymore. phew!
ReplyDelete*hee hee* Still laughing about this one... :)
ReplyDeleteAte squirrel until I baked it whole and when I took the lid off the pan...it look like the squirrel was...praying. Never eaten one since!
ReplyDeletetaste like oily chicken
ReplyDeleteCan you get a raccoon control version of those things?
ReplyDeleteAny squirrel that eats all my avocadoes deserves killin. I'd probably end up shooting the neighbor or something.
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