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Squirrels
email from a friend | 4/6/2020 | unknown

Posted on 04/06/2020 4:37:59 AM PDT by sodpoodle

The Presbyterian church called a meeting to decide what to do about their squirrel infestation. After much prayer and consideration, they concluded that the squirrels were predestined to be there, and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.

At the Baptist church the squirrels had taken an interest in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a water-slide on the baptistery and let the squirrels drown themselves. The squirrels liked the slide and unfortunately, knew instinctively how to swim, so twice as many squirrels showed up the following week.

The Lutheran church decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creatures. So, they humanely trapped their squirrels and set them free near the Baptist church. Two weeks later the squirrels were back when the Baptists took down the water-slide.

The Episcopalians tried a much more unique path by setting out pans of whiskey around their church in an effort to kill the squirrels with alcohol poisoning. They sadly learned how much damage a band of drunk squirrels can do.

But the Catholic church came up with a very creative strategy! They baptized all the squirrels and made them members of the church. Now they only see them at Christmas and Easter.

And not much was heard from the Jewish synagogue. They took the first squirrel and circumcised him. They haven't seen a squirrel since.


TOPICS: Humor; Pets/Animals; Religion
KEYWORDS: funny; furry; humor; joke; squirrels
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true stories;) LOL!!!!
1 posted on 04/06/2020 4:37:59 AM PDT by sodpoodle
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To: sodpoodle

Give the kids in Sunday school pellet guns. Keeps em busy for hours.


2 posted on 04/06/2020 4:44:24 AM PDT by HighSierra5
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To: sodpoodle

It’s like the guy who was rescued after being shipwrecked. When they asked him why he had built three churches he explained that he had had a falling out over dogma at the first church...


3 posted on 04/06/2020 4:49:22 AM PDT by wastoute (Government cannot redistribute wealth. Government can only redistribute poverty.)
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To: sodpoodle

What did the Muslims do? Strap grenades to the squirrels?


4 posted on 04/06/2020 4:50:01 AM PDT by JediJones (We must deport all liberals until we can figure out what the hell is going on.)
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To: sodpoodle

I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.

Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.

Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle.at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.

I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!

Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness.all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway. I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding. Little did I suspect.

As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it-it was that close.

I hate to run over animals.and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street.and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel. This was an evil attack squirrel of death!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in.well.I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street.on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle.my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however. The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop. Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand.I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked.sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.

Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren’t mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.

I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.

So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger. That is one dangerous squirrel.

And now he has a patrol car.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood. As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.


5 posted on 04/06/2020 4:50:56 AM PDT by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: ShadowAce

Nicely done, did you write this?


6 posted on 04/06/2020 4:53:42 AM PDT by JonPreston
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To: JonPreston; Lazamataz
LOL! I wish.

I originally saw it as a FR posting by Lazamataz in 2004.

7 posted on 04/06/2020 4:54:57 AM PDT by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: HighSierra5

8 posted on 04/06/2020 4:55:04 AM PDT by Vaquero ( Don't pick a fight with an old guy. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.)
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To: JonPreston

Either that or a fast typer.


9 posted on 04/06/2020 4:56:26 AM PDT by HighSierra5
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To: Vaquero

As a kid I shot a lot of rabbit and squirrel. Mom did the cooking. Mom and dad would eat it, along with me and my buddies.

My older brother? “That’s just a rat with a bushy tail!”


10 posted on 04/06/2020 4:58:05 AM PDT by 21twelve (Ever Vigilant. Never Fearful.)
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To: ShadowAce

Heh! Good one.


11 posted on 04/06/2020 4:58:57 AM PDT by Politically Correct
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To: ShadowAce

Squirrel grenade LO!, great visuals in your writing.


12 posted on 04/06/2020 5:02:28 AM PDT by Made In The USA (Next thing you know, 'ol Jed's a millionaire)
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To: ShadowAce

I do so hope this actually happened. It is very funny, in the category of “Can’t make this up.” You are absolutely correct about the top part. 80,000 miles on a Z-1 and a Road King. Not a scratch.


13 posted on 04/06/2020 5:09:13 AM PDT by wastoute (Government cannot redistribute wealth. Government can only redistribute poverty.)
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To: sodpoodle

LOL


14 posted on 04/06/2020 5:10:22 AM PDT by spetznaz (Nuclear-tipped Ballistic Missiles: The Ultimate Phallic Symbol)
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To: sodpoodle

(Snicker, snicker!)


15 posted on 04/06/2020 5:11:21 AM PDT by RedMonqey
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To: wastoute
80,000 miles on a Z-1 and a Road King. Not a scratch.

Awesome. I have over 100,000 on various Hondas--Shadow A.C.E., VTX1800, and now a Gold Wing.

I cannot claim the "Not a Scratch" though. Had an accident on my VTX a few years ago that put me in the hospital for a few days.

16 posted on 04/06/2020 5:12:39 AM PDT by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: ShadowAce

Excellent. As a former rider of a few decades who stopped riding 2 decades ago due to age, etc I can relate to some of the story. $h!t can happen on a bike. A former boss took on a deer and ran off the road into a tree (compound fracture...deer? Just fine). Me? Not so much animals except for the large seagull that let go of one up ahead of me...it started the hit the front of the tank then I watched as it drew a line across the tank vertically and most of the way up my jacket.

I worked in a bike shop and asked a flight instructor whose bike I was working on how hard it would be to learn how to fly. ‘ yes...Training is required but then it is safer then riding these things’ or something to that effect


17 posted on 04/06/2020 5:13:51 AM PDT by Vaquero ( Don't pick a fight with an old guy. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.)
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To: 21twelve

We call them tree rats. I’ve eaten my share though.


18 posted on 04/06/2020 5:14:58 AM PDT by Vaquero ( Don't pick a fight with an old guy. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.)
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To: ShadowAce
"originally saw it as a FR posting by Lazamataz…

Ohhh, you've got an original Laz circa 2004!!

19 posted on 04/06/2020 5:17:46 AM PDT by Psalm 73
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To: ShadowAce

Sorry to hear it. I had a fawn try something similar to the squirrel on me once. I think he hit his head on the crash bar on the Road King. His problem. Road King outweighed him 10 to 1.


20 posted on 04/06/2020 5:19:05 AM PDT by wastoute (Government cannot redistribute wealth. Government can only redistribute poverty.)
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