Yeah, I know what’cher sayin’ — it’s a boid feedah. It’s supposed’ta be for da boids. Well, you’re for da boids, pal, whaddya think of that?
Listen up, Miss Manners. I got just one rule: If I can reach it, it’s lunch.
A wily squerl from Wiley Designs.
Definitely a New York skwerl. NTMTTOM nailed the accent.
Brooklyn in particular.
Nah, nobody in Brooklyn talks like that anymore. In fact, nobody in Brooklyn is from Brooklyn anymore. except me.
Me too! And no, people in Brooklyn talk like…everything but that (but NTMTTOM did indeed nail the perceived Brooklyn accent!)
“The name’s Al. Al Fresco.”
(It means nothin’, folks. It just made me giggle.)
I beg to differ. He is dining al fresco, so I think you nailed it.
Just your everyday ordinary neighborhood thug, in furry pantaloonies.
Look at those wash board abs, the v-line waist, and those ripped massive legs. Must be an Iron-Squirrel Triathlete. What the huckleberries are they putting in the birdseed nowadays, steroids and HGH?? If I could look like that I would eat the song bird blend with a side of suet and peanut butter.
Must … snorgle… skwerl … tum…
First mistake: putting a squirrel-rated perch less than 5/8ths of a squirrel below the feeder batten. We’ll raise that feeder, today, on the New Yankee Woodchuck.
Skwoil is just like Edward G Robinson.
but has a better tail and doesn’t smoke ceegars…..
“If I can reach it, it’s lunch” may just be my new life motto. .