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It sounds like a terminal disease.... [Sep. 22nd, 2004|01:45 am]
Just me.
..but nothing quite that dramatic. I'm afraid I have... gophers.

At first I blamed Elzar, but the piles of dirt are too orderly and his nose is far too clean to be his fault. For once, something is getting destroyed at my place and Elzar is innocent.

Until I can figure out how to treat this affliction, I shall have to advise all potential gardening partners of my condition: "I'm sorry, darling, but I think you should know that I have.....gophers"

[User Picture]From: rjray
2004-09-21 09:48 pm (UTC)


Sandy : Carl I want you to kill all the gophers on the golf course
Carl Spackler : Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key.
Sandy : Not golfers, you great fool. Gophers. THE LITTLE BROWN, FURRY RODENTS.
Carl Spackler : We can do that. We don't even need a reason.
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