tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post4373033605736863783..comments2023-09-25T21:22:28.439-04:00Comments on Cup Of Joe Powell: In Which I Am InvadedJoe Powellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04326800254526438870noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-45966580395628719012008-12-12T12:49:00.000-05:002008-12-12T12:49:00.000-05:00"They are the monkeys of the Tennessee forest."i l..."They are the monkeys of the Tennessee forest."<BR/><BR/>i love that sentence!Joe Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04326800254526438870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-4137219947257653392008-12-12T12:17:00.000-05:002008-12-12T12:17:00.000-05:00Squirrel amusement. They are the monkeys of the Te...Squirrel amusement. They are the monkeys of the Tennessee forest. It amuses them to harass humans, dog and cats. They'd fling poo if they could figure out how.<BR/><BR/>Oh and by the way, the twitching of a squirrel tail IS the squirrel version of laughter.Litzz11@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843479112124843471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-55850683688340897842008-12-12T10:01:00.000-05:002008-12-12T10:01:00.000-05:00and you so had me with "insane vampire rodent" ......and you so had me with "insane vampire rodent" ... dammit.Joe Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04326800254526438870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-78330273801118656852008-12-12T02:48:00.000-05:002008-12-12T02:48:00.000-05:00Joe, are you serious? Are you trying to send me t...Joe, are you serious? Are you trying to send me to the nut house? That's S. Claws.<BR/><BR/>The exact same thing happened some 20+ years ago. I came home from school for Christmas and was sitting there in the den watching...hmmm, I think it was Working Girl on HBO. Or maybe it was Broadcast News. I just remember Joan Cusak. Anyway, loud noise, squirrel, what to do? Three times that night the squirrel would return. On the third visit, I opened the door and the squirrel timidly walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, Mom and Dad were asleep so they couldn't yell at me for letting a wild animal into the house. But at that moment, there was no need. S. Claws (as I later named him) simply walked confidently through the kitchen, into the dining room, and then on into the living room where he proceeded to scamper up the Christmas tree. When he reached the top he seemed to kiss the angel on top and then he scampered back down. I was mystified. What the heck? I mean, really? That's it? You just wanted to kiss the angel? And just as my mind was processing this, the damn squirrel lunged toward me with his mouth wide open. The once gentle little fuzzy fur ball transformed into this insane vampire rodent. He sunk his sharp fangs into my ankle while planting his back claws into the carpet and he literally started pulling my leg. Kind of like I am pulling yours right now.Kelvishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-47389313388442439822008-12-11T19:01:00.000-05:002008-12-11T19:01:00.000-05:00no one ever thinks of squirrel underpants until it...no one ever thinks of squirrel underpants until it is too late.<BR/><BR/>thanks!Joe Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04326800254526438870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15078815.post-82630324845728226612008-12-11T16:31:00.000-05:002008-12-11T16:31:00.000-05:00My legion strikes again. Maybe a gift of squirrel ...My legion strikes again. Maybe a gift of squirrel underpants would appease it.Squirrel Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16094701326429719808noreply@blogger.com