Leprechauns are the best
Because when you trap them
They always talk right away
You don’t have to use that much force or even heat up the fire for long
They just tell you what you need to know
That’s why I have a basement full of pots of gold
I could have retired long ago
But I love to hunt the little bastards
At first they are so cocky and happy and they dance the jig when they see you
And then they see the crossbows and the heavy throw nets
And they know it’s all over
They’re fast but with little feet like that you can only get so far
And you catch them and they think that after they talk
You’ll let them go
But the demand for their meat in some of the southern states
Makes them too valuable to release back to the wild
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I understand your point of view. Because once they start to talk the little bastards never shut up. Oh that tiny Irish accent is cute at first but then it gets so irritating and grinds on your nerves. Talk, talk, talk. SHUT UP!! I said SHUT THE F*** UP. Well she is quiet now. She is quiet in the backyard. My dear Colleen is quiet now...
ReplyDeleteI mean she is quiet because she is in the back reading her book with a glass of lemonade. That's why she is quiet not because she is buried there. I don't know why you would think that that is what I was implying in my first post. I have some violent tendencies, who doesn't, but not for my dear Colleen. No not for her. As long as she shuts the f*** up. SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP I'LL BE UP IN A F***ING MINUTE! SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! if she wasn't in the back yard quietly reading her book, sipping on lemonade.
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