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Cheer up! We've got dead squirrels!
(Thanks to Joe Wells and Russell Mc)
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Cheer up! We've got dead squirrels!
(Thanks to Joe Wells and Russell Mc)
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I'm happy!!
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 03:59 PM
Dead squirrels will cheer anyone up.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | January 31, 2007 at 04:00 PM
What the hell kind of crack are these people smoking? I think I need some!
Posted by: Suzy Q | January 31, 2007 at 04:01 PM
"This is to show kids when they come for a funeral and they cry"
The poor kids won't be able to cry. They'll spend the remainder of their lives in a corner, crouched in a fetal position, rocking back and forth.
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:01 PM
Hey you used my quote. I feel honored.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | January 31, 2007 at 04:02 PM
OK, that link has changed wording three times so far!
Oh, and that guy is very disturbing...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 31, 2007 at 04:03 PM
Look kids if you keen on annoying me with yer endless cryin', it won't be squirrels in them exhibits ya hear.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | January 31, 2007 at 04:04 PM
Sam Sanfillippo: sounds like he done fillippoed right outta his head.
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:04 PM
Yeah, it'll be Darren, right? *snicker*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 31, 2007 at 04:04 PM
Darren? Who's Darren?
Posted by: Sam Sanfillippo | January 31, 2007 at 04:06 PM
hehe...stuffed Darren....
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:07 PM
I don't think I ever needed to see topless squirrels doing a girlie review, this after Siouxie's 8 x 10. This is weird shit man.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 31, 2007 at 04:12 PM
I hope Darren is finally off his period(s).
Posted by: sirena | January 31, 2007 at 04:12 PM
The following is courtesy of Placebo:
Dead squirrel/monkey in the place to be
Riding in a rocket to a planet of sound
in a funeral home, playing poker in drag
An increase in population of a hundred percent
Dead squirrel/monkey in the place to be
with a chemical peel and a picture of poor Aunt Mary
out on a limb in the carnival of me
raising the temperature one hundred degrees
we're sown together
she’s born to mesmer
beside, astride her
I die inside her
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:13 PM
awww Mot...you like???
*blushes*
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:13 PM
I think I just made myself sick.
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:14 PM
I think I just made myself sick.
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:14 PM
I think I just made myself sick.
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:14 PM
casey's really sick, you guys.
Posted by: sirena | January 31, 2007 at 04:14 PM
*slaps casey*
better???
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:15 PM
&$%#!#$ BOT!!!
Posted by: casey | January 31, 2007 at 04:15 PM
Sooz, this town aint big enough for the both of us, it's either me or yor hair that's gotta go.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 31, 2007 at 04:19 PM
Ahh... just one more time before I go to sleep. Ready, Siouxie, mm (if you're stil blurking)?
*preparing to whack the bot*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 31, 2007 at 04:19 PM
*flashes bot*
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:21 PM
casey - isn't a triple-self-simul just a bit much? You're not a gymnast, are you?
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 31, 2007 at 04:21 PM
*WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!!! BLAMM* Oops, I think I shot the evil spambot. *Wish I thought of that before!*
*evil grin*
Posted by: Nurse Tammy | January 31, 2007 at 04:22 PM
The bot is beginning to show signs of sentience again, sic Wonder Woman on to it.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 31, 2007 at 04:23 PM
Where was this yesterday when I went to the funeral of my
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | January 31, 2007 at 04:24 PM
Mot, I was wearing a wig sheesh...
the rest of me is real though. *wink*
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:24 PM
take two
buddy Noah?
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | January 31, 2007 at 04:25 PM
Did anyone else catch the fact that we're talking about a zombie funeral director?
Posted by: KCSteve | January 31, 2007 at 04:25 PM
The current manager explained: "We're happy to have Sam and his collection here, but when he dies we'll be just as happy to stuff Sam and add him to the collection."
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | January 31, 2007 at 04:27 PM
I'm sure Sam would be pleased to rest amongst his critters, Chris.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 31, 2007 at 04:29 PM
DPC, from the photo of him, looks like that might have already happened!
Posted by: estrogen centrale | January 31, 2007 at 04:29 PM
Not only that, but a zombie funeral director who wears a red blazer.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | January 31, 2007 at 04:29 PM
Stuffed Sam Sanfillippo, is just too much Alliteration for my tired brain.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 31, 2007 at 04:30 PM
Mot,
Cross your arms on the desk, put your head down, and take a zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Posted by: estrogen centrale | January 31, 2007 at 04:34 PM
"... he says he was briefly declared dead in 1944 when a large shell exploded above his unit."
That happened to me once when I was cracking walnuts and I dropped one in my lap.
Posted by: Stevie W | January 31, 2007 at 04:37 PM
EC, not long now as it's edging up to midnight in this here neck of the woods. Oops! maybe I should stay out of the woods, Thomas Crapper's lurking about in them thar woods.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | January 31, 2007 at 04:37 PM
Sweet dreams, Mot...
Posted by: estrogen centrale | January 31, 2007 at 04:42 PM
Did I tell you bout that time back in 1943. I was a private in the army. We waz in Africa at the time. Uh oh geez, grandpa's gettin old.
Posted by: Sam Sanfillippo | January 31, 2007 at 04:44 PM
This really should cheer people up.
"Just as this squirrel has been stuffed and placed in a fun position for the entertainment of all, your gramps is now stuffed and sitting on Gabriel's bookshelf in a gratuitously silly pose!"
Posted by: Christobol | January 31, 2007 at 04:45 PM
All I got left are me squirrals and me memories, and I'm losing them too.
Posted by: Sam Sanfillippo | January 31, 2007 at 04:46 PM
These props also help the people speaking at the funeral.
"Speaking of stuffed beavers, one time in college, and this was before Jeff met Emily..."
Posted by: Christobol | January 31, 2007 at 04:52 PM
There once was a large garden gnome,
That was mooning a funeral home.
"Oh, that's just sicko!"
"No, that's Sam Phillipo,
He passed, now he's stuffed full of foam."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 04:53 PM
"Relax, Jimmy! Those squirrels aren't REALLY eating your gramps nuts! They're stuffed squirrels! I just set 'em up that way for fun!"
Posted by: Christobol | January 31, 2007 at 04:54 PM
"we're sown together
she’s born to mesmer
beside, astride her
I die inside her"
er... nice work, casey
(rocks back and forth sucking his thumb)
Posted by: mudstuffin | January 31, 2007 at 04:58 PM
"...a squirrel rocks back and forth in a chair while smoking a pipe and reading a book..."
Dave wrote a book?
Posted by: Stevie W | January 31, 2007 at 05:02 PM
something I never thought I'd say (today, anyway)-
-All those dead animals need catchy titles.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 05:03 PM
Ben Stiller is buying the movie rights to "Night at the Funeral Home" as we speak.
Posted by: Stevie W | January 31, 2007 at 05:08 PM
Why did the squirrel cross the road?
screeeeech - whump!
Ooops....hey, Sam - we've got a fourth for poker.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 05:20 PM
Someone on this blog had a recipe for stuffed squirrel a ways back, no?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 31, 2007 at 05:34 PM
The Sixth Sense meets Over the Hedge:
"I see dead weasels."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 05:35 PM
lol, aw.
Sam Sanfillippo on Mel Brooks:
"We don't need no stinking badgers."
Posted by: Stevie W | January 31, 2007 at 05:44 PM
btw - I feel compelled to mention that this is located in the same town as my company's corporate headquackers. Let's just say that I've seen a couple of those stuffed squirrels at meetings.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 05:53 PM
I don't know about you, but the sight of a squirrel as a road pizza always cheers me. One less bugger looting the bird feeder...
Posted by: Esther | January 31, 2007 at 06:37 PM
And then the road pizza squirrel can be given a durn cute little bow, and be displayed eating a pizza.
Posted by: Sam Sanfillippo | January 31, 2007 at 07:45 PM
Why, why, all the discrimination against squirrels (and people named Darren) on this blog?
Posted by: bookbabie | January 31, 2007 at 08:07 PM
Loved this movie
"Call Starkist!"
Posted by: Cat R. | January 31, 2007 at 08:36 PM
"...and be displayed eating a pizza."
Lol, sam. You still got it.
Posted by: Stevie W | January 31, 2007 at 09:02 PM
bookbabie - Dave has uncovered a terrorist plot by squirrels, yes, squirrels, to undermine our great country by short circuiting our electrical system. Tancredo is trying to put the kibosh on Dave's furry expose by discrediting Dave as '3rd world.' After all, 'tancredo' is Italian for 'walnut.'
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 11:42 PM
Sam, I see the squirrel more as a pizza delivery guy-
"Dominuts, may I take your order?....sure, what's your address? ....Oh, nuts, that's across the street, isn't it?....sigh..."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 31, 2007 at 11:43 PM
After all, 'tancredo' is Italian for 'walnut.'
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Tom Tancredo is not now, nor never has been, anywhere near my lap. (Including at 4:37 pm today.)
Posted by: Stevie W | February 01, 2007 at 12:06 AM
relax, Stevie - it's only kinky the first time.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 01, 2007 at 12:38 AM
Wasn't that a failed Texas gubernatorial campaign slogan?
Posted by: Stevie W | February 01, 2007 at 12:48 AM