Rabbits and gophers--both of them are stupid rodents. Our old house was run amuck by a huge rabbit family. I asked a neighbor to borrow his BB gun, and Mr. W. shrieked with terror: "YOU CAN'T SHOOT RABBITS!"
Who said?
Well, now I see his motivation. He didn't want me to shoot a relative of his. I wonder how he's going to react when my dad retires to his underground condo (hmmmm, maybe a euphanism for a gopher hole or wherever gophers dwell)--I'm inheriting his gun collection!
Being Scots as well, I'm also bequeathed his swords. I get a little *aroused* at the thought of owning them, and will showcase them in my house properly. I gave one of them to him for his 65th birthday--he told me it was sharp and it surprised the hell out of him.
Weaponry 101 will be taught at my house as soon as my Dad gets hit by the proverbial bus....
Look for more details in your mailbox!
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
