« Previous | Main | Next »
December 28, 2005
Comments
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
Verify your Comment
Previewing your Comment
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been posted. Post another comment
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Yeah, Dave ... mine, too.
Posted by: U.O | December 28, 2005 at 05:03 PM
Wonder who ferreted out that story?
Posted by: Noob | December 28, 2005 at 05:07 PM
"Included in the total were 157 kits"
I though ferrets came fully assembled.
Posted by: Hugh Jass | December 28, 2005 at 05:09 PM
er, thought
Posted by: Hugh Jass | December 28, 2005 at 05:10 PM
No, Hugh (not hew, phew, or hue) ...
the kits are a cost-saving measure, allowing the purchaser to save money, and enjoy assembly in the privacy of their own home, at their leisure ...
Posted by: U.O | December 28, 2005 at 05:22 PM
All thanks to Wayne Co, NY, I bet.
Posted by: qetzal | December 28, 2005 at 05:35 PM
Ferrets? Prairie Dogs?? This is in normal parlance in the Dakotas.
We haven nothing else to talk about, afterall.
EB.
Posted by: EB | December 28, 2005 at 05:47 PM
Oh yeah? We do so talk about other stuff ...
Like ... prairie winds ... prairie potholes ... prairie goats ... prai ... um ... nevermind ...
(Hi EB ... got much snow over east? Not much here ...)
Posted by: U.O | December 28, 2005 at 05:59 PM
The PLAGUE?! The bloody plague?
(whimpering)
Posted by: Giddy | December 28, 2005 at 06:57 PM
"Crews have been spraying insecticide into prairie dog holes..." That line begs the old punchline: Who held their little legs?
Posted by: Stupendous Man | December 29, 2005 at 02:53 AM
...and the Great White Buff... er.. Black-footed Ferret, will rise to glory once more! It will stand on the outcropping of a sandstone balcony with it's chin jutting out, surveying the Badlands and the whole of its dominion. And the surrounding prairie will run red with the spent blood of the prairie-dogs that refuse to bend their knees to him.
The End
Posted by: DaBlade | December 29, 2005 at 07:32 AM
...and then Along Came Polly...
Posted by: Eleanor | December 29, 2005 at 09:16 AM
Mmmm... prarie dogs... *burp*
Posted by: Mike "Dr. Mad's Dork" Weasel | December 29, 2005 at 03:07 PM