*snort* Nice title, eh?
This past weekend, DBF and I were up in the UP at another trapper's convention. It was cold! Oh so cold. The only time I was warm was when I went running Saturday morning and Saturday night when I practically sat on top of the bonfire. Which brings me to my story... Saturday night there we all sat around the bonfire. The trapping stories were flying around (and they're just as bad as fishermen LOL). I had Morgan with me, without a leash and I was pretty mellow with my Capt and Coke. Suddenly we hear a bunch of noise by one of the campers, something getting into the garbage. Everyone's first thought was Morgan, but no she was happily snoring away on my lap. It was a skunk! So this is what happens when you get a bunch of trappers against one little skunk. They all look at each other. *snort* Then they tried to "shoo" the skunk away. LMAO Finally one brave soul grabbed a can of wasp spray and went in to do battle. He prevailed, the skunk waddled off and we women all laughed at all the great trappers trying to shoo away a skunk.
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Well what do you expect? I mean we already determined that your DBF is a pansy. *snort*
LOL-that is NOT what I would've expected to happen! *snort*
We are going to the UP this weekend. I hope you didn't ruin my reputation and bartenders will still serve me.
*snort* So should I tell you about how a skunk had him trapped in the camper Friday night? He had to pee and couldn't get out of the camper. *giggle*
Your boyfriend is a girl!!!!!
I'm sorry....I can't get past the first sentence. A trapper's convention?!?! *shakes head*
I know!! And the really scary part? This was our 3rd already this year. LOL
So anyway Friday night the skunk wouldn't let him out of the camper to pee. So he peed in a cup and then dumped it on the skunk. The skunk didn't appreciate that and ran off.
I had a dream about you and your boyfriend last night. I can't remember what it was, but I remember you both being in it.
Interesting since I've never seen your DBF.
Boo, he is extremely masculine for a girl. He is the biggest and hairiest girl I've ever seen.
*snort* at him peeing on the skunk.
OMH-that was rather brilliant to dump the pee on the skunk! Tell him he can't use that trick on you when he wants to be left alone.
Oh hell.....that's got to be the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Peed in a cup and poured it on the skunk? *hysterical giggles*
Now why didn't we think of peeing on the skunks back in our camping days! *snort*
I remember one night around the campfire and we heard that dreaded rustling of the garbage bag behind us. I turned around and saw the skunk, yelled "SKUNK" and then actually hurdled a lawn chair that was in my way! How I didn't land on my face is beyond me.
Now I really want to meet the mad trapper. *grin*
Wait. Is Morgan named after the rum?
Happy 13th Birthday to your baby. *smooch*
Happy birthday, right? The 27th? or is it the 29th?
Happy Birthday, ya old fart!!!
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