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Date Posted: 13:22:28 02/29/04 Sun
Author: Gunter
Subject: squirrels cant be trusted

When I was eight, I lived on my Uncle�s farm. This is where I learned the greatest lesson of them all. It all started on the one day when I was running around the field playing with the horses, ducks, lions, and all the animals that were on my Uncle�s farm. From the time the sun came up, to the time the sun went down I would frolic around with out a care in the world. This is where most of my drug deals went down. Only being eight years old, and living on a farm, I could only get a couple sales. But I owned that town. Whenever anyone needed a fix they came to me. That was of course before I met my neighbor squirrel.
My neighbors had a big cage full of squirrels. And one day one of the squirrels got out. He came over to my uncle�s property. He must had seen me dealing, because he keep staring at me. So after I got the cash I walked over to the squirrel, his name was Pocco, and I asked him if he had a problem. So he told me that my whole operation was sour, and that I was doing it all wrong. He asked me if I wanted to continue to sell to this town or try selling to the whole state. He was telling me that I should get bigger with my selling radius. I was liking what he saying. So we became partners. He showed me the ropes. I changed this, I did that, and it happened. I became the biggest selling cocaine dealer in Kentucky.
Life was great. I could not been any happier. I was the richest drug dealing eight year old in the tri-state area. My bicycle had 20 inch gold rimes. And my sand box had the finest imported sand from Egypt. There was no toy I didn�t have, and nothing I couldn�t buy. The squirrel and I were taking over the world. We would walk down the street, people who move out of our way. We provided such a great service, people actually came from New Jersey to by our cocoaine. We were that good. I liked the success that the squirrel have given me. He was showing me the ropes and I was loving it.
But as we were getting bigger and bigger the squirrel started getting a big head about him. He was like, �I am a squirrel, blah blah blah, I made this big, blah blah blah, with out me you were nothing, blah blah blah, I am squirrel here me roar, blah blah and blah." It was getting to be real annoying. It was so bad I could not even take him out of the house anymore. It was getting to be unprofessional. So I went back to my Uncle�s farm and I talked to the duck near the pound. I told the duck that the squirrel was getting a big head and needed to be stopped. So I gave the duck the go ahead and kill the squirrel. As a payment I would let the duck come aboard as a silent partner. The duck agreed and the job was done. The duck killed the squirrel, and the duck became my partner. The squirrel was a good squirrel, but he acted unprofessional. And there is nothing worse then an unprofessional squirrel.
As I look back to when I was an eight year drug dealer on my uncles farm I learned a couple things. Maybe drug dealing was not the best thing I could have been doing. Maybe I should have kept my operation local and only sold to farmers. Maybe I should have said no to the squirrel. Was getting the duck to kill Pocco a good thing. Over all when we were on top, times were good. But the lesson I learned, don�t do business with squirrels. They can�t be trusted.

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