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Monday, June 09, 2008

Guilty as charged, your honor.

I did it. I'm a murderer. It wasn't premeditated. It wasn't even a crime of passion. I was just sitting in the car and everything was going well and then boom! Death was all around me. Guts and blood. The stench of hot flesh gone ripe.

I looked at the Girl. She looked at me in horror. We both made little weepy noises in our throats. It was very sad.

I didn't mean to do it. Really I didn't. It just happened. One minute you were full of life, chasing your hot babe across the lawn, and the next minute you were gone. Your life cut short. You looked at me in pain right before you died. And I drove away.

I'm guilty, your honor.

RIP, Rocket J Squirrel

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Blogger Lori said...

It's bad enough to deal with murder when you're by yourself.

But to have it happen when a kid is in the car....oh, the drama.

9/6/08 12:05 PM  
Blogger Daisy said...

Sniff. Sigh. Squirrels out for their daily adrenaline rush; sometimes they overdo it.

10/6/08 8:52 AM  
Blogger Fox In Detox said...

Ewww... I feel your pain. I hit one once and it was awful. The pigeon was worse though.

10/6/08 11:23 AM  

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