Lost Skunk

I lost my skunk last night. If anybody finds it, please call me. It was my best friend. Always there for me. Never judgmental.

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I think Tom D saw one in the michigan area recently…

Monk, sit down and get a good grip on your self. Okay, ready? …

I think Tom D saw one in the michigan area recently…
Please let him know there is a reward for safe return.

You forgot to add:

“My good friend could always be found waiting for me, curled up like a cute, furry ball next to the warm engine in my jeep…”

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**Please let him know there is a reward for safe return. **


If it was in Tom’s truck, you’ll be happy to know he’s resting in pieces.

Post of the year.

I laffed…alot

I am dyin’ over here! Jeez, you guys kill me.

OMG!! LOL! too funny!!!

He is a pretty skunk, though, huh?
I know you will agree.
It used to climb aloft above,
Whilst I snoozed beneath the tree.

He nuzzled me with his wet black nose,
He tickled me with his skunky toes.
He went to sleep inside my clothes.
I miss him so. This really blows.

I was laughing before I even opened the thread!

Poor Mr. Skunky

Tom, how it the Jeep smelling?

You…must…stop…now.

Can’t breathe.

Blacking ou

He’s up on the roof and we can’t get him down.

Hooded, hognosed, striped or spotted,
He loved me in his time alotted.

Then by Tom D’s jeep garotted!

**Then by Tom D’s jeep garotted! **
His tail and neck entwined and knotted.

His poor remains should now be potted
But throughout Detroit alas they’re dotted
.

One minute, reposing
The next, decomposing
.

His poor remains should now be potted
But throughout Detroit alas they’re dotted

I think I’m putting this together.
He fell prey to cooler weather.
And Tom’s 12 volts of cold-start power
Brought skunky to his final hour.

He may now be just bones and hair
But revenge I think, is in the air.
Served up each time the nostrils flare.
Ubiquitous, and everywhere.

And bikesport might now lose sales
As people enter the stench assails
For Mister Tom’s garage fails
To remove all trace of skunk entrails

Here’s the truth in black and white
Check your car both noon and night
For skunky might be sleeping tight
Hurt him and you’ll get a fright
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