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from: N.F.
24.2.15.143
06-05-11
00:40:54
Years ago, a very large, ugly possum insisted on residing under my deck. It would come out at night and root around, or peer in the window with glaring eyes. This possum was not only ugly, it actually stunk, a dark musky odor. I tried to chase it away polite like, with a broom, saying "shoo, shoo", but the damn thing didn't care about my manners, it would turn and hiss at me, baring it's sizable teeth in a dastardly grin. Finally, I got tired of this nightly routine, and one night the possum pissed me off for the last time, and I lost it. I picked up a piece of rebar laying nearby, and whacked that possum a good one. Thud!! It seemed stunned, then waddled off into the dark, never to be seen again. Guilt set in, and I felt so bad for doing this, I was never able to hit a possum again with rebar. Now I use a broomstick.
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