from the Texas Petrochemical Underarm
At Daisy's Flower Shop in Lake Jackson, there is a planter located outside below the picture window where flowers are planted, but poor Daisy has been forced to post a sign telling her patrons not to swipe the damn flowers. This used to be a hell of a good country.
Posted by Banjo Jones at 11:44 AM
4 comments:
Banjo, are you sure its her customers? I've got 'coons and suirrels digging mine up.
One way to find out, set up a trap. That way, whatever you catch, you can take out into the coutry and drop it off 20 miles from nowhere. The 'coons and suirrels will never find their way back, and those pesky customers will never forget the walk home!
BTW, that's squirrels, with a q, which is not working right on this keyboard.
I doubt it's coons or squirrels, since Daisy's business is located on a pretty busy thoroughfare, but I can't be certain because those critters are pretty street-wise in a semi-urban environment. The ones you see squashed in the street? They're mostly the old ones whose reflexes are fading, according to the local agricultural extension service.
Street wise in a semi-urban environment, you ain't kidding! I saw a couple of 'em selling crack at the corner of HWY 3 and Deats Road the other day!
As to the old ones whose reflexes are fading ... I can sympathize with that!
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