You think you have the upper hand, parading around the neighborhood, digging up our manicured lawns for your juicy grubs. You think being armed with your AK-FortyStinker gives you the right to come and go as you please in the light of day, causing little ladies to shriek and children to run and hide their faces in their mothers' aprons. Oh, Mr. Skunk? Think again:
Allow me to introduce our block's secret weapon - the pregnant, pissed-off neighbor. Look at the way she wields the BB gun. The skill. The ease of use. Look at the determination in her expression. In her belly, dammit. Oh, Mr. Skunk, if only this were a real gun. And the safety was off. And it was loaded. Your days would be numbered, my friend. Consider yourself warned.
2 comments:
This is priceless -- loved it! Can I borrow the neighbor with the BB gun?
This is what happens when someone gets a reality show. They drag their poor, unsuspecting neighbors down with them. Shame on you and your quest for fame, Mr. Skunk!
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