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It was a dark and stormy night... Bob and I had just finished off a chicken carcass and were following the most wonderful stench... as we crossed one of those long strips of black tar... WHAM! Bob was flatter than a trash can lid... I looked at the flash of metal and light as it continued on its path... it was beautiful, but somehow I knew... for all its power and beauty, it surely didn't have usable cup holders.
"I think I'll go back and sniff Bob and hang around him for a while.." Ever notice road kills are usually in the proximity of easch other....
Hey, my name is Bob. It is hard enough going through life with such a common name. Worse yet is the movie "What About Bob?" whose title I am forced to hear in jest to the point of abuse. Now, the raccoon culprit had to be named...Bob
I thought the story sucked, lacked sensitivity towards a car with poor cup holders, never really identified the main character as being a racoon, and failed to make proper use of smiley faces.
>>I thought the story sucked, lacked sensitivity towards a car with poor cup holders, never really identified the main character as being a racoon, and failed to make proper use of smiley faces.
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>>Ken
This story does not have a good ending, not for Bob or the machine that ran him over, I'll post pics to prove it (none of Bob) as soon as I can get them.
Aw that's not fair Lounytoon! You meanie. Hopefully you were up to date with this thread's alter ego (Mini vs. Wildlife) and had your tongue firmly in your cheek when you wrote that.