There’s nothing more refreshing after a long day out in the blinding hot sun than an ice cold beer.  Encased in preserved road kill.  No, really.

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What could a rabbit possibly do to deserve this?

Did he steal all your carrots?

Did he cheat at your race?

Did he tie your shot gun in a knot so it exploded in your face?

Whatever it was, it doesn’t warrant this level of punishment.


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My mother-in-law HATES squirrels.  She’s the type who likes every leaf and branch picked up in the yard and the squirrels - I swear on mah life y’all - THROW tree nuts at her while she’s out there.  It’s like they know how upset she gets.  Their little beady eyes light up when they see her.

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When I was young we lived in a rural area with our home backing on to a ravine. During the winter months our house became somewhat of a hostel for those vagrant travelers. My mom, petrified of mice would send my younger brother and I into the house first to check the traps and give her the all clear.

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This ‘purse,’ (and I use that term loosely) reminds me of Jack Nicholson.  Kinda odd looking, put together wrong, over-confident, and in need of a comb.

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I sent this one to Sam last night and she replied with “OHHHH  I was looking for a new change purse!”

Um, ew Sam.  Just ew.

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This?  This is the ultimate Craftastrophe.

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Poor Foghorn Leghorn. Boys as sharp as a bowling ball. And now with one less leg, he’ll roll like one too.


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