Once upon a time in a little town far away, the town foreman asked me if I could trap a badger for him. I told him I didn’t want to cuz of all the FW silliness that I would have to partake in to be kind of legal, but I didn’t leave him hanging. I told him to just drown the bad ger out of his hole and then get him. So fore man goes and gets a fire truck, hoses the hole for a while and wonders how come the bad ger doesn’t come out. When he asked me about it, I explained to him that once the bad ger can’t breathe no more, he can’t come out of the hole no more.
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