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January 21, 2016
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Why not appreciate them baked, stewed, or fried?
Posted by: Ralph | January 21, 2016 at 06:57 AM
A rat by any other name.
Posted by: Clankie | January 21, 2016 at 07:10 AM
Not now! I'm cleaning my shotgun!
Posted by: ImNotDave | January 21, 2016 at 07:33 AM
Please celebrate responsibly.*
* http://www.enjoyresponsibly.ca/#
Posted by: James in NC | January 21, 2016 at 07:33 AM
a day for S.A.D. people to get together
Posted by: ligirl | January 21, 2016 at 08:01 AM
"Why not visit your local park and spot some squirrels?"
Or perhaps your local electrical switchyard?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 21, 2016 at 08:38 AM
Next these crazy people will buy the squirrels
outfits and soon adopt them.
Insanity, thy name is Squirrel-lover.
Posted by: funny man | January 21, 2016 at 08:57 AM
Hunting season is open.
Posted by: Ralph | January 21, 2016 at 09:07 AM
Snorks @ Ralph!
It's almost that bad....
Posted by: funny man | January 21, 2016 at 09:28 AM
Thanks! We appreciate you right back!
Posted by: The Squirrels | January 21, 2016 at 10:07 AM
And maybe we'll do
in a squirrel or two
while we're poisoning the pigeons in the park
Posted by: Tom Lehrer | January 21, 2016 at 10:09 AM
i think that i shall never see
a squirl that i would call 'lovely'
a squirl whose hungry mouth is pressed
against a fledgling robin's nest
a squirl who looks for food all day
with satan's teeth they gnaw and prey
oh tree, you may in summer wear
a nest of squirls in your hair
upon your bosom squirls have lain
they've chewed your branches, caused you pain
poems are made by fools like me
but only squirls can kill a tree
Posted by: ligirl | January 21, 2016 at 11:04 AM
tree rats
Posted by: archy the cockroach | January 21, 2016 at 11:45 AM
LoveAppreciate them to death.Posted by: Chuck | January 21, 2016 at 12:12 PM
There once was a verse to a sly squirl
That brought your eyebrows to a high furl
At seeing the writer
You wanted to chide her
For rhyming the rodent with ligirl
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 21, 2016 at 12:22 PM
um,
meanie the blue - coo coo ca choo . . . doobie doobie doo
Posted by: ligirl | January 21, 2016 at 01:36 PM
Er, boom shaka laka laka?
Doo wop sha waddy waddy?
Rubber biscuits?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 21, 2016 at 01:50 PM
ah, my favorite version
talk about a more innocent time
Posted by: ligirl | January 21, 2016 at 02:01 PM
Whaddya want fa nuthin'?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 21, 2016 at 02:13 PM