My generation of chicken-killing squirrels has finally gotten old and died. Much like the baby boomers, they were unable to pass on what sage wisdom they had been granted unto their next of kin. Now, Sacramento State is filled with unfulfilled squirrels listening to New Wave music and snorting cocaine.
Acorn-Xers. Too busy lurching from side to side while listening to Bauhaus' "Bela Legosi's dead" to realize they have allowed the beaked threat to reemerge!
It's wrong, damn it! It's all wrong! And now the roosters will rule the roost again, leading to 3 AM wake-up calls to dorm-rats everywhere! Um, everywhere at Sac State~!
. . .
Mark my words, Sacramento State: Squirrels listen. Quite well, in fact. Well enough for severe social conditioning. And "Operation 'Death from Above'" will be revisited, and this time, the chickens won't disappear. Oh no. The blood of our enemies will splatter the halls a darker shade of pink:
SALMON ILLA!
Muahaha.
Mua ha ha.
MUA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
. . .
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
-Frank, General Emeritus of the Sacramento Armed Chick-fil-a Forces: Squirrel Division.
<]:*| A lot of guys ignore the laugh, and that's just about...standards.
Spring Break
Lucy
posted 10/04/08 @ 11:02 AM PST