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Surrender Now Hu-mans! The Age Of The Canine Has Begun! When The Revolution Comes, Your Head Will Be On A Pole, And I Will Put It There. I Am The Cash-Breed, Resistance is Futile.
Surrender Now Hu-mans! The Age Of The Canine Has Begun! When The Revolution Comes, Your Head Will Be On A Pole, And I Will Put It There. I Am The Cash-Breed, Resistance is Futile.
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Looks tasty.
MMMMMM, Roast Tree Rat
Is that one of the Pope's squirrels? You could be in BIG trouble!
The squirrel doesn't look too concerned about its fate. I think it died happy. In a weird squirrel way.
where's the Hillbilly when you need one? I guarantee he'd know how to clean, filet, and cook that thing.
ted: hell, sag hillbilly would probably just eat it raw and then whittle the bones into tools with which to pick his teeth with.
How content that pooch looks!
Fuckin eh I could clean that little booger. Ya need about half a dozen to make a meal though. gotta cook the heads. The brain is the best part. Really.
Fried taters and squrrel with gravey. Mmmm mmmm.
Reminds me of a cat I had a long time ago who came watlzing into the kitchen with a big ol dead squirrel and laid it at my feet. I was like "Wow! Good kitty. you really attacked and slayed!" Then I noticed it's head was flat as a pancake.
Did I mention I also know how to cook mangy little yappy dogs?
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