A Tale Of The Beaver
After one of the longest days in history, I was given the honor and the joy of reading and seeing this story that was just about as damned skippy as anything I’ve ever seen.
Raincoaster is just …. ***sigh***
I love crap like this.
And, yeah, the jokes just wrote themselves.
Awww, thanks! I appreciate it. And my beer, also, has run dry, dammit. Must re-beer-up.
Beer, my friend, is important to life.
Words I live by.
Well of COURSE they were! Who could RESIST?!?!? We’re only human, after all.
A thorough and well-deserved petting for everyone at su casa, too. Or, as Eben & Snooch put it: “PETTINS PETTINS PETTINS!”
You got my attention, that’s for sure.
I figured it was either retro-sexual or we were paying tribute to Jerry Mathers, which now that I think about it would be equally strange.
Let me provide an “awww” before I continue….(yes, ladies..because Beavers are cute)
There.
I’m afraid this is really wacky. That Beaver looked traumatized.
What’s really goin’ on?
‘Course…every mammal needs a hug once in a while…I guess. Or perhaps a nice stroking. Little wet nose?
Anyway….
Snorting essence of Beaver isn’t my idea of a good time, but I hope the lady is content.
Very nice, disarming topic.
Well done.