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Saturday, May 08, 2004
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Continuing the Myriad of Posts...

This woman needs serious help. What could possibly posses someone to live with 200 of anything, much less some rather creepy animals, insects, and spiders. Ok, the alligator, I can understand, they are pretty neat, and you could all but say goodbye to annoying door-to-door salesmen. Plus walking it in the park would be a great way to meet chicks. But I'm quite certain that I would scream like a little girl and grab the nearest heavy, blunt object should a scorpion invade my domicile. Snakes? Forget about it, police would respond to sporadic gunfire erupting from my residence. I can tolerate most animals, but the ones I can't should honestly learn to stay as far away from me as possible. Snakes especially... they remind me too much of lawyers.

The most interesting part of this article is not the fact that she lived with a menagerie, but the fact that she fed them roadkill. Don't you get a little suspicious when you see some woman on the side of the road scooping dead armadillos into the trunk of her Ford Sportka? The neighbors couldn't stand the smell... the real question is, how did she?

Off to Wal-Mart,
Jeff C.


 
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