Recognizing full well the danger, I stepped back slowly and the threat showed itself. It was none other than an angry, smelly skunk.
Now you may think Drysart bold for felling a mouse with his PS2 controller, but you must realize: the mouse is the humble foreigner of the rodent world. The skunk, however, is the angry black man of the forest: he's angry, overly-defensive and loaded.
So he waddles out onto the path and stares me down. I could have stepped on him, easily, but at what cost? I took a defensive step back. Percieving this as an insult, he charged at me!
I turned and ran like hell, with him in half-hearted pursuit. I hid behind a car, and (feeling fulfilled) the skunk turned and went on his way, making his gestures threateningly while I walked around him.
It was a close call, but it'll be awhile before I feel safe in those woods again.
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Verily, Drysart doth proclaim:
A skunk sprayed our company dog last week.
Were you taking care of it that week?
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Du Kind! Du hast ihn gesehen! Was hat er geDrysartt?
A skunk sprayed our company dog last week.
That's always fun. With our dogs, it invariably happens
a) in winter(when it's about 11 degrees out)
b) after 11 PM
c) when we used our last four cans of tomato paste for that evening's spaghetti sauce.
Ah, what fun.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
I feel like such a loser 
In other news, it seems these little fuckers have a gang! One of them hangs around the cafeteria, another attacks joggers along the running trail.
I'm a-gettin' mah gun.
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Mr. Parcelan had this to say about John Romero:
I'm a-gettin' mah gun.
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Maradon! tried to impress everyone with:
Your company has a dog?
Yes we do.
Assuming that you bag it, of course. Might want to clear it with the administration first.
