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I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.

It was a squirrel and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it — it was that close! . I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle; but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.

I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened; and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Bonzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” The leap was nothing short of spectacular. He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.

And losing…

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there.

It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands; and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of! a Valkyrie can only have one result.

Torque.

This is what the Valkyrie is made for; and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared, and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in - well, I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back.

The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration, I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.

This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices; but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle. My brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time, the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death); and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment); so her front end started to drop.

Now, picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally, I got the upper hand. I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked - sort of.

Spectacularly sort of …so to speak.

Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly, a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throw! was a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams.

They weren’t mine.

I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to ‘fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. Except for two things.

First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody’s front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver’s seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.

So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway.

That was one thing. The other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car, but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And awhole lot of Band-Aids.

The next day I saw this in the paper

Florida toddler and cop in squirrel carnage

Thursday, September 6, 2007
All your nightmares made flesh

A rogue squirrel launched a terrifying attack in a Florida playground that left three people injured, including a 3-year-old boy and a Highway Patrol trooper.

The fearsome assault, the latest manifestation of the Squirrel Menace, was unleashed on Wednesday afternoon in the playground of the Children’s Academy Daycare centre, Orange County.

Innocent 3-year-old Kevin Santiago was sitting on the swing in the playground when the crazed varmint launched itself at him in a fury.

Day care centre director Maritza Diaz recounted the horror: ‘The squirrel attacked him and didn’t want to get off of the child. We threw things at it to try to get it off, and nothing.’

I could of sworn I heard the neighbor say she saw the cop with the shotgun blow the little bastard away. He must of returned as some kind of zombie squirrel, because in my search for a link to a possible organization of squirrel sorts I came across this shit.

Patriots, imagine that you’ve just spent the day in the forest battling the bushytail bitchs. You return home satisfied that you’ve done the right thing by sending a few maniacal chitterboxes back to the squirrel hell from which they sprang.

The next day you return to the forest for a family picnic. But SON OF A BITCH ! The squirrels you killed… are back… and they’re not happy campers! What demonry is this!?! It can’t be! Or can it?

Patriots, the foul agents of squirreltreehuggery are constantly looking for ways to spread the tentacles of squirrel world domination.

Fortunately, brave Patriots labor tirelessly during hunting season to keep the scales in balance. However, one of the slavering squirrel bitchs unbalanced minions claims to have developed a way to bring dead squirrels back to life.

This traitor to humanity calls himself Antony the SquirrelMan and his product the “Bring-To-Life Squirrel Kit”…

Squirreltreehugger Antony found it appropriate to flaunt his discovery in an email to us. His procedure for reviving dead squirrels is remarkably simple. However, it remains unclear whether his method really produces a healthy, well-adjusted squirrelnut, or but a rotting corpse that gambols about aimlessly. Seems I’ve met one already

So, could it be that this maniac has actually discovered a way to reanimate dead nutzys? But for what purpose? Is it simply to impress the neighbors or is a more sinister plot at hand?

Do the foregoing questions even need answers? We need fewer squirrels, not more. Clearly, this threat to civilization must be stopped. If not, how long before we find ourselves surrounded by insatiable skwerlien undead?

Patriots, this lunatic who calls himself Squirrelman must be brought to justice. Only then can we show him the error of his ways, convince him to turn away from the squirrelside, and return to the light of civilization.

I swear to God these nuts are serious !

This article was simply cut and pasted !( I helped a little)

Santa is being told to shift the pounds before Christmas - because the obese saint is failing to set a “good example” for children.

The traditional children’s hero, best known for feasting on mince pies left out on Christmas eve, has always sported a bulging midriff.

But shopping centre bosses are giving the well-wisher his marching orders - to the nearest gym - to tackle the increasing problem of obesity.

The revelation comes after a medical report earlier this month stated that by 2050 more than 50 per cent of Brits will be obese.

She has a tan ! So it cant be that fucking cold ! Whats up with the outfits ?The trees still have leaves. They must have some really  smelly cracks right now

Santa has been told he must slim down, or face eviction from shopping centres at Christmas

Bluewater shopping centre in Greenhithe, Kent, has even gone one step further and set-up a Santa boot camp.

Fiona Campbell-Reilly, spokeswoman at the shopping centre, said: “Santa has been around for years, but society has changed and our Santa needs to reflect this.

“Bluewater’s Santa Boot Camp is getting Santa in shape and setting a good example to children who idolise him.

“He will still be the same lovable jolly man, but will be fitter and healthier.”

Despite Santa burning 600 calories an hour from delivering presents, the problem lies in the tasty mince pies left as a treat.

Boot camp: Santa does cardio ( The guy on the bottom left looks like hes ready to shit, and the trainer looks like a hes  from the Iraqi revolutionary gaurd) Oh my God the fuckin Muslims are after santa !

And arent they blowin it for the kids who think theres only one Santa ?

If he ate every single mince pie left for him by eager children in the UK he would gain an astonishing 721,000 lbs.

Dr Charmaine Griffiths, spokesperson from the British Heart Foundation, said: “The bootcamp would encourage people to get a bit more active - it is a great idea.

 And then FOX brought in the fuckin food police who suggest we should do the same here.

“Meme Roth.” I swear, this chick is so fucking tight that her husband has to have a pencil dick. Are they afraid that our kids are going to want to fuck like rabbits during easter also? Last year all my kids woke up on December 26th and they all looked like fat fucking old men in pajamas.

 My wife and I celebrated Chinese new years with some friends and the next day when she woke up her pussy was sideways, whats next ?

Anyway, watch the video. But I gotta warn you, this bitch is gonna piss you off

See here > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muJbdbIISS4

Artsy farty bastard couldnt just play a regular guitar.

Government funded harmonica

These are the special and gay rights activists taking a break from their protesting. They all want to marry each other, they just cant decide in what order.

You and I paid for that stroller, and kid. Notice the absence of the father ?

Here’s one coming after our Easter.

 The day after Reagan proposed star wars

Big balls, but something is missing.

Fucking liberals cant even get the strap on right. How much you wanna bet theres an 18 inch shlong hanging out his ass

Tags: , Socialist Squirrel

Fill in the caption you think best applies.

Bush looks guilty as hell, like he just gave All some personal emissions of his own.

Al looks like hes kinda diggin it, Mmmm , methane.

Now I guess he’ll need a slew of entitlement programs to get back on his feet.

Some welfare, rehab, foodstamps, permanent disability benefits.

He’ll probably find out that he screwed some rat last night and we will have to pay for the little fuckers that are on their way as well.

And here’s the one just before that ! Thats me on the left and my good friend Keywork on the right.  http://kywork.blogspot.com/

Here he is right before we nailed his ass.

Smug little bitch didnt get far from the curb, did he ?

I just got done watching Fox air a segment advertising the special that VH1 is doing recently on hollywood celebrities and their addictions.

And I’m so fucking tired of these woosey ass goody two shoe wimps who fucking ran their Bently into a palm tree on Wilshire Blvd. and then start crying to the world ” I’m an addict “ as if its glamorous or some  shit like that.

So what does FOX do ? They bring in this idiot Bimbo Mary Carey to act as a spokesperson for the special because she was addicted to Xanax once.

Online Videos From ‘Celebrity Rehab’ Depict Stars Using Drugs

Monday, November 26, 2007

 Jessica Sierra’s mug shot ( I’m sorry, but she only looks like she just woke up and left her lipstick on someone else)

Videos of celebrity has-beens using illegal drugs or simulating drug use are circulating on the Internet in clips apparently taken from a forthcoming VH1 show about fallen stars in rehab.In one segment, “Taxi” actor Jeff Conaway simulates ( SIMULATES ?) snorting cocaine. Another shows a man “free-basing” cocaine - or pretending to. (PRETENDING?)“By the way, this is pablum,” Conaway says as he inhales. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Click here to see the free-basing video.

Click here to see the Conaway video.

“Celebrity Rehab,” scheduled to premiere Jan. 10, will track celebrities gone bad as they go through treatment for drug and alcohol addiction. (Yea, thirty day wonders we getting pedicures is what we called them when I was in treatment, for a whole fucking year ! Ontop of a mountain in an old Nike missle siting station that you needed a fucking 4 wheel drive to get to !)

Among the nine former stars expected to be featured are “American Idol” finalist Jessica Sierra, porn star and onetime California governor hopeful Mary Carey,( XANAX ? I used to eat Xanax like jelly beans on sale !, freeking lightweights.) actor Daniel Baldwin, actress Brigitte Nielsen and former pro wrestler Chyna, according to The New York Post. ( How bad was their addiction really ? Not so bad that they couldnt smile for the camera)

A spokeswoman from VH1 refused to confirm the names of the participants, other than Sierra, the Post reported.

Dr. Drew Pinsky will host the show; filming is under way in Pasadena, Calif.

Sierra, a 2005 “Idol” finalist, was arrested in April for striking someone in a Tampa, Fla., bar with a glass. She pleaded no contest last week to battery and drug charges for cocaine possession at the time of the incident, and was sentenced to 12 months probation.

( I’ve done worse shit when I was sober. Sierra needs a slap upside the head and a week or two in jail, theres a difference between fucking up and being addicted.)

And then theres this idiot. But hey !

I’ll give her 30 days treatment for any of her problems.

( what can I say)

 How many of these poor beaten up , sleeping in the gutter, stealing there moms jewelry, puking up blood till they die and wandering around broke and lost for years so called addicts have done this ?

Or ended up looking like this ?

When you use to look like this.

Or gone from this,

To this ?

Or this !

(Even Pelosi had her problems, her and Michael Jackson got wasted one night together.)

These are the faces of REAL ADDICTION !

Not this word “addiction” that hollywood uses to get attention when their careers are taking a dive.

Its getting to a point where addiction cant be taken seriously if everytime you stub your toe on the curb at Rodeo drive you go in for treatment.

I’m all for intervention and not I’m not saying these folks have problems. But there are folks out there that REALLY need help and dont have a dime to their name and have been addicted and trapped in bodies they hate for decades.

And these primadonna little asswipes with all the money in the world are pushing their careers with what is a serious problem.

I did it all for at least twenty years and know all too well this is not a dance in the park or some short stint in life.

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