That one made me laugh out loud.
Thanks, I needed that today.
Glad I wasn’t drinking anything.
There are so many ways this can be construed.
Oh Sam where did your icey cold hands end up…
Though Zed, a bucket of warm sudsy water and a sponge sounds like fun.
Chris,I swear you could sell drawings of Sam squatting in a skirt.
I hope that didn’t offend anyone,we all have our vices.
“…in a skirt.” And boots.
Our neighborhood surrounds a golf course and is adjacent to FLA’s original State Park, perfect habitat for deer, bear, ‘gators, ‘coons, ‘dillers…and fox, which have decided the woods next to our house is the perfect love den.
Ever hear those things screaming in the middle of the night? You’d swear somebody was being viciously murdered…but it’s their mating call.
I’m guessing it’s about the same as the howling that Travis took for coyote, but was in fact I’m quite sure, the prelude to a little romantic interlude with another kind of Red Fox.
There’s so much forest preserve around here, and growing, that very late at night in the summer, when the windows are open, I do hear some very primal sounds. If I lived further into the countryside, I’d probably hear more all the time.
Great park you have there. I still have to come down and see it again. (you mentioned PM in the past. I have no clue about those. But that old vet, Does he need any help?) I have a state forest next door, and inaccessible areas on the other side. There are coyotes out there. I hear them at all hours, sometimes for minutes at a time when they get to making a ruckus.
Yup. Ole Travis heard a startled, but happy, yelp.
It doesn’t seem so, he’s in a tight knit mobile home park and says foks check in on him, though no family. He stopped in a few weeks ago to show me a newspaper story about his history from a few years ago when he was “only” 97. Told him I’d already seen it online which seemed foreign to him, like I said he’d never seen all the online pics of his old Juneau. He did acknowledge what the article said, that he’d been pulled from the crew a couple days before its ill-fated mission for stepping on a superior’s toes as he put it in the story. I really think at the time he first came in and told me about it, he believed he had been on there and was one of the few survivors, and indeed in a way he was. He seems okay, but he was also looking for a handful of .22 ammo and I told him I didn’t have any. If he needs some for protection he’ll find it at WallyWorld across 27 from me. And if his old mind is telling him he needs it for something else, I’d rather not contribute to the cause.
And yeah, I’ll take the red fox in the skirt ‘n boots over the ones in the fur coats any day, cold hands and all. 😉
Hey,”red fox in a skirt’n boots”,we just found Sam’s nickname.
A different version of “What Did The Fox Say”?
Raccoons, 4:00AM mating in the trees. Now that rivals an air raid siren.
My three cats and the opossum that came in the backdoor for dinner one night.
What? Coons are screamers? Who knew.
I found out that ducks can be screamers. Back in the early 70s Wichita, KS PD arrested a guy at one of the city parks for sexual congress with a duck. Apparently the duck was a screamer and somebody dropped a dime on the pervy miscreant.
Years ago at night the brother and I were fighting a nasty clutch in a corvette for a Region 6 race the next day. There unknown to us, was a pig farm just down the hill. The screaming and all was so bad, we thought people were being killed and had the hand cannons close at hand while we worked.
A wealthy young man. Sixty years later and am only richer. Until last year it was a hundred miles to wallmart no matter which direction we went. If you git the right girl, and put in all the hard work necessary, they are better looking in their sixties than they were in their twenties. Of course, I warm my hands up first.
Ah — ! Zed with no shirt! I can sleep smiling now.
Perchance to dream?
Aye, therein lies the rub…
There should be room for two here in the tub!
Don’t give me ideas, Bill G
Well, seems like Chris is sensitive to his wimmin readers. Now it’s time for costume tryouts for the male demographic.
Chris seems to be sensitive to all his readers.Maybe cause he’s one of us.All hail Chris!!
Anyone who has a drink in front of them right now,Cheers to Chris!
Anyone who doesn’t have a drink…probably isn’t reading this.
A lady like that could get me howling in quite a variety of ways.
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