My Pet Squirrel
I realize I haven’t updated in a while. I would apologize, but I just don’t really regret it, nor am I going to vow to write more often. Whoops, my bad. Anyways, I guess the most exciting story I have is the one about the squirrel. I know Devin, Dylan, Nancy, Lacey, Ryan, Kylie, Pat and Matt already know the story. But for those of you who don’t, it goes like this:
So I was at the beach eating with Trevor (if you already know, don’t bother reading). And I was telling him about the classes I was taking (seriously, there is no point to reading this if I already told you the story, its not going to be any different from when I told you in person). I looked down and there was a squirrel in my lap. That’s right. A fucking SQUIRREL. . .a small, wild rodent, complete with bushy tail and sharp claws (they do have sharp claws. I doubt any of you know this because most people can not say they have had a squirrel perched on their leg, but they poke through jeans like paper.)
The End
Sorry if you were expecting more. That’s it. . .the cliché, squirrel-in-the-lap story.
So I was at the beach eating with Trevor (if you already know, don’t bother reading). And I was telling him about the classes I was taking (seriously, there is no point to reading this if I already told you the story, its not going to be any different from when I told you in person). I looked down and there was a squirrel in my lap. That’s right. A fucking SQUIRREL. . .a small, wild rodent, complete with bushy tail and sharp claws (they do have sharp claws. I doubt any of you know this because most people can not say they have had a squirrel perched on their leg, but they poke through jeans like paper.)
The End
Sorry if you were expecting more. That’s it. . .the cliché, squirrel-in-the-lap story.