Finally, street justice hath been served!
A squirrel drowned in Donald's toilet... no shit. Not sure how he got in there, but he was freshly wasted when Donald's g/f found his ass. The critter still had some bubbles rolling out of his snout when Donald snatched him out and threw him in the yard. The damn bastard didn't go too peacefully though. He was apparently kicking and scratching to get out and caused quite the drowning squirrel mess. What can you do?
In other noteworthy news, the cops did show up. Half the crowd found it funny, half found it disturbing. Donald handled that one too.
We didn't have as many "go get me this" runs as expected.. so the mix tape was limited to the critics inside the apartment. No car parties this time around.
The RC challenge was on, wherein all the "cattle" were tagged and tickets were drawn for shots of Crown Royal. And yes, I do know that the initals are actually CR, but it is the RC challenge... so nyah!
I just read Redbook and now I'm going to eat stew. BEEF!
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