Well, it seems that the news of crabbydad's demise has been greatly exaggerated. There is no imminent threat of go-get-'em-dad taking over anytime soon, as we have all forgotten about a certain someone whose crab-inducing powers are the stuff of legend. I am talking about, of course...
The woodpecker.
More later... I'm off to find the wrist-rocket and the b-b's. Tonight, the crabbyfamily will be dining on squab.
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I see a house during my daily walks that has pie pans dangling from its eaves. I often wonder if they are as tortured by these peckerhead creatures as you are!
Me, I just deal with a 14 year old dog who has the worst breath in the continental United States. Ain't no pie pan gonna stop his laser breath!
Kim, we did the pie tins last year, if you'll remember. The clattering was so fucking loud, we almost got run out of town on a rail.
Maybe you can bring your dog over to breathe on the side of the house. I've tried everything else -- laser-dog-breath might just be the answer.
mmmm squab. Done on a rotisserie and it is pretty good!
When you're finished with your woodpecker, you can come get mine. The turd kept waking me up at 6:30 am during my spring break- when I'm supposed to be able to sleep-in. The girl at least knew to wait until 8:00.
Kim, remember when Dad shot the blue jay? Good times.
-Kims's sister
Ohhh, I love wood pecker season (just to read about it, of course).
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