Saturday, March 31, 2007

"Fuck off"...he seemed to say

Nick and I were having a nice little morning stroll on Thursday, when a squirrel threw down a nut from the tree above us and hit Nick square on the forehead.

I laughed, he scowled and tried throwing the nut back to no avail. Then he was treated to my rendition of the entirety of the Eddie Izzard squirrel bit from Dressed to Kill.

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