More on the squirrels

I am back. Anybody know of anybody who has a thing for squirrels? I mean, anybody know anybody who enjoys fucking squirrels, especially to death (the death of the squirrel preferably, but I can live with the alternative)? I have a job, or is that a mission of mercy, for that person.

Yup, that is right. I am still on that anti-squirrel tirade. It is made all the worse as the fuckers have gnawed through another plastic garbage bin and the one I was using to cover it. Fuck them, is what I say. They can all go die and take their nests of garbage with them. Fucking morons.

I would fuck them myself, but as I think about it I would rather do the fat chick. You know the one, all lubed up, like a grease gun, but nobody willing to roll her in flour to find the wet spot. I would choose her over fucking a squirrel. Then again, I am sure that a squirrel could not crush me in her thighs, so there is some risk involved.

I am pretty sure that woman on top would be out of the question. The thought of being suffocated in some excess rolls of skin really does freak me out. I am fucking freaking out now, man. It is all the fault of the squirrels.

That is it, I am getting me a shot gun and going squirrel hunting. Who is with me?

Let's go get 'em! Ciao!