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G., singing: O THE YEAR WAS SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-EIGHT
HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBERT NOW......

Me:...It's SherBROOKE

G.: HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBERT. BROOKE. NOW.

John and the Smartass Squirrels

This is my favorite story from this Christmas, via my brother-in-law, who, when making pancakes for his daughter, scorched one slightly. He threw it out for the squirrels.

The next day, he found it on the deck, so he threw it over the side again.

The following morning, the pancake was on the windshield of his car. Well, this time he decided he would really get rid of it, so he hucked it Waaaaaaaaaay into the woods.

The next morning, when he went to start the car, there it was again, ON THE WINDSHIELD OF HIS CAR. AGAIN.

[SQRL SAY THIS FUD NO GUD U BRING GUD PANCAEKS NOW OR WE SABATOEG UR CAR!!!ELVENTYONE!!!]