Ouch that hurt mate!
That must be one of them flying squirrels.
Fuck me, that had to sting!
Poor squirrel. The sad part is that I don't even have to see them to picture the toothless hillbillies behind the moronic chuckles. Brains are exactly the same size as the squirrel. They're drinking Budweiser (piss) because their favorite nascar driver advertises it. They nearly burned down their house that welfare paid for 7 separate times last month passing out with lit smokes. They have 9 kids all named Cletus. They weigh more than a full sized pickup truck combined. And when they have sex God cries. I wish I could build a redneck launcher. Preferably one that threw them into a meat grinder.
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