Here’s a rabbit I caught standing in the same spot the squirrel I featured Saturday was eating from one night over the weekend. Either he was done nibbling, or the squirrel didn’t leave him anything. That was also before we got our first REAL snow of the year (and this arctic month) on Monday that put down about six inches and forced me to be a rare no-show for work that night. I sure miss my old Neon that, despite its diminutive size, could cut through snow like a Ginsu knife through a beer can. And though I was able to get out Tuesday night, trying to get back in my garage Wednesday morning got me hopelessly stuck right in front of the door.
Oh well, let’s warm ourselves up a bit with some Share Your World fun! Questions, as always, by Melanie…
Do you feel you ask enough questions or do you settle for what you know?
I prefer not to know nothin’. Knowledge may be power, but too much of it can turn you into a raving lunatic, as I’ve seen time and time again…
When did you fail to speak up when you feel you should have?
As soon as I was born. I didn’t like the name my parents put on my birth certificate… but I didn’t say anything, even after the doctor slapped my ass, so I got stuck with it. That’ll teach me to spend the first four years of my life in silence…
When was the last time you felt lucky?
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in San Francisco, doing some things I probably shouldn’t be talking about. Anyway, next thing I know, I’m being chased by a renegade cop down the streets, dodging bullets the whole way. I finally get cornered, and the cop says to me as he’s aiming his handgun in my face…
“I know what you’re thinking: “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do you, punk?”
Well, I told him, yeah, I was feeling pretty lucky. So he pulls the trigger, and CLICK! I take off running again and manage to lose him. I also ruined the movie in the process, but oh well…
What is a boulder?
CHIP: I believe this Bashful impersonator would be a boulder, wouldn’t you agree, Fuzzy?
CHIP: Um….. Fuzzy?
FUZZYWIG: Huh? Oh, I was just wondering what it would be like to be stoned all of the time.
CHIP: You mean you don’t already know the answer to that?
FUZZYWIG: There’s too many hours in a day, and not enough 4:20’s, dude. Way too much sober time…
CHIP: So, anyway…. this would be a boulder. I wonder at what point a boulder would be downgraded to just a rock?
SNUGGLE: I think this calls for a practical demonstration!
FAKE BASHFUL: Wait, what are you doing with that hammer….!?!?!?
SNUGGLE: Now I’d say your boulder’s been reduced to a bunch of rocks!
FUZZYWIG: Say, you picked up some valuable skills during your stay in prison that didn’t involve Big Scrat.
CHIP: Something tells me this was completely uncalled for…
ZEEBA: I heard the destruction!!! Now where’s the blood!?!?! Huh huh huh!?!?!? WHERE’S THE BLOOD!?!?!?!?!?!?
BEARCAT: Silly Zeeba! Boulders don’t bleed when you smash them!
ZEEBA: BULLSHIT!!! (Grabs hammer and starts beating on the boulder parts) BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
BEARCAT: Boulders may not bleed, but I guess rocks do!
FUZZYWIG: Who knew? Alice Cooper was wrong…
CHIP: I knew I should have stayed in my comfy fast food job…..
Feel free to share your gratitude with everyone!
I am grateful that it will actually get above freezing on Saturday after 14 straight days below 32!
Don’t forget The Contest of Whatever!!! Just two more weeks to get your entry in….