-LIFE & DEATH OF AN ARMADILLO-
The Armadillo is born.
It learns to dig.
It digs up Alisha’s flowerbeds (therefore pissing Alisha off).
On the night of January 3rd it was caught digging behind Alisha’s house (pissing Alisha off more and causing her to get her gun).
Alisha takes aim.
The Armadillo hears a loud “boom!”
It jumps.
It dies.
The digging ends.
But the flowerbeds survive.
posted by ALISHA at 8:11 AM
9 Comments:
you shot it in the ass?
No. Actually, I shot it from above, on the other side.
The hole you see is where the bullet exited. It went all the way through the armadillo.
this was my first hunting experience and it happened in the backyard.....its kinda like camping...first you camp in the backyard as a child, then you are ready for the real thing....look out Bambi,im-a-comin' for ya!! IM A KILLER!!
Darci. Honey. You didn't even fire the gun. You were merely a spectator. And you are not a killer.
okay sooooo i didnt fire the gun....big deal....i get to shoot the next thing that digs around in the back....i've had my eye on this cat for quite some time now....
Baby. Honey. Sugar-pie. You're not going to shoot a cat. You are a fool. Such a fool...You're never laying a finger on my guns. Here's an idea...why don't you go play around in the back and let me pepper your feet. Jump Darci! Jump! ahhahahahahha
Poor Armadillo
what if it had babies? What if it was a mother?
Poor Armadillo
Oh Jeffro. Did you see the size of that thing? Of course it had babies...It was probably pregnant with 5 more of those flowerbed eatin pests.
Oh Jeffro. Did you see the size of that thing? Of course it had babies...It was probably pregnant with 5 more of those flowerbed eatin pests.
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