Fall and squirrels.

I never can say enough about those little guys. My grandfather hates them. He kills them and hangs their tail on a coat hanger over his shed, Vlad the Impaler style. I don't know why, but he's drown them and almost been arrested for shooting them within Milwaukee city limits. There's a passion there I don't get. I Love the little fuckers. Man, they kill me with cute. Them big 'ol bushy tails and great, big, glassy eyes. The little hands and the way they jump. I just fucking love squirrels.

I like fall, too, but I LOVE squirrels.

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