Rabid Adventure
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good morning, GordonIt was Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005. I was getting ready to go to work, and was about to head out the door. On my way out of the house, I just happened to glance upon a grocery bag of wonderfully sugary snack food I had left on the couch. "Yay, a snack for work," thought I, as I walked towards that bag of snacks. I reach out and grab for it and just as my fingers curl around the handle of the plastic bag ... out of my peripheral vision I spot, right above the bag, a black ... blob ... on ... the ceiling? ARRRRRGGHHH!!!! On reflex, my hand jerks backwards so the bag of wonderfully sugary snack food flies behind me. My legs instinctively jump backwards, and I fall, and end up sitting on my bag of wonderfully sugary snack food. The bat on my ceiling turns and looks at me, hisses its disappointment and being woken up, and returns to sleeping ... hanging from the ceiling. Oh vey. bats carry rabies, you know?More stuff here, later. |
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good morning, Gordon
It was Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005. I was getting ready to go to work, and was about to head out the door. On my way out of the house, I just happened to glance upon a grocery bag of wonderfully sugary snack food I had left on the couch. "Yay, a snack for work," thought I, as I walked towards that bag of snacks. I reach out and grab for it and just as my fingers curl around the handle of the plastic bag ... out of my peripheral vision I spot, right above the bag, a black ... blob ... on ... the ceiling?
ARRRRRGGHHH!!!!
On reflex, my hand jerks backwards so the bag of wonderfully sugary snack food flies behind me. My legs instinctively jump backwards, and I fall, and end up sitting on my bag of wonderfully sugary snack food. The bat on my ceiling turns and looks at me, hisses its disappointment and being woken up, and returns to sleeping ... hanging from the ceiling.
Oh vey.
bats carry rabies, you know?
More stuff here, later.