What, no salsa?

Wait a moment — did I leave the gas on? No! I'm a fuckin' squirrel!
Did I leave the gas on? No! No, I'm a fuckin' squirrel!

Is that Rep. Michelle Bachmann, R-Minn.? Rep. Marsha Blackburn, R-Tenn.? Pat Buchanan? Nope — it’s Blondie the squirrel, enjoying a healthy organic corn chip taken straight from the dainty hand of Herself, who also snapped the pic. “Fucking nuts!” he seems to say. “Fed up with them always. I long for a grapefruit.”

Squirrels are said to live from six to 10 years, so Blondie, like me, must be a geezer. He’s been panhandling the neighborhood since we moved in seven years ago and is absolutely fearless — he’ll stroll right up to you like a Bibleburg wino hunting a handout.

If you’re a Bibleburger into squirrels, organic chips and other such tree-huggery, don’t miss today’s Pikes Peak Earth Day extravaganza at Cornerstone Arts Center. Blondie won’t be there, but you should be.

4 thoughts on “What, no salsa?

  1. Seeing as how we don’t have trees in our parts, I’m not up on the latest goings on in the Rocky Mountain squirrel community. But when I lived in central Missouri, we had a particular breed of tree rat that suffered from either two left feet or a eustation tube problem, because I never saw so many squirrels falling out of trees. Every time we walked the dogs, all you heard was thud, thud, thud left, thud right. The suckers fell from 40 feet and up, and usually laid there for a minute or two before finally getting up, shaking their little head, and giving you that “did you get the number of that truck?” look.

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