Hmm, not the way most quince owners behave...Then, Hey! Quince Weasel! Are you stealing??? I asked the skinny dude who emerged from the quince furtively. Hee hee, he giggled, Yeah. That's not cool! I spat in my best American. I used to be a florist, he lisped, I'm taking them to a better place [away from the mulch, maybe?]. He scuttled off down the sidewalk ahead of me, was about to cross Court Street [in the direction of his real home???], thought better of it and turned left. Only then did I think to whip out the trusty Canon. M**!!@ %***#!!!!*&%r! Little bearded pointy-booted weasel boy.
For such deeply rooted bad manures, he should be arrested by lawn enforcement, dragged to a flower court, assigned a fence attorney, be prosecuted and probably hung and buried. Bud with what's at stake, maybe he will decide to cultivate a mulch better attitude to get rid of that black spot in his file...
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ReplyDeleteAre you calling me a Citizen, Sir? Forsooth, I am an alien, and therein lies the...er, rub.
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