Ok, ok, I admit I’ve been giving you a lot of guff for your redneck tape job on your handlebars…but, sheesh, you’d think someone would understand a little good natured ribbing…you didn’t have to call out a professional hit on me!
So I was out for my run today, and saw not one, not two, but four of your furry rodent groundhog relatives…the first three all scurried away quickly at the sight of me…sort of like they had something to hide…bit I didn’t wise up to them until after the fourth one…so I come over the crest of a hill and that little varmint was lying in wait for me…he takes off STRAIGHT FOR MY SHIN…big buck teeth and all…that little goomba tried to take me out…
So what’s up? You got it in for me or something? Call your little friends off, please…or I’m gonna have to take measures into my own hands…I gotta tell ya…rodent vs rifle doesn’t look good for the varmint.
