My Inheritance

My dad is an arms dealer. So for my recent birthday, I got the squirrel from his shop that opened in 1976 in what was our laundry room at the time. In taxidermy years the squirrel is a couple of years younger than me, but really, given his size, is probably my age. Old ass squirrel.

Miles: “The Hell..? Not this shit again.”img_6237

This squirrel is the full package…mostly. My step-mother helpfully pointed out that he appeared to “be a fully intact male.” I pointed out that he only looked partially intact and a little crooked. My squirrel does have two nuts, but one is in his mouth.


This was really hard to light.

At any rate, Mr. Grey: Business Squirrel is excited to create a partnership.

Mr. Grey: “We need to talk about your TPS reports.”

Mr. Red: “I seem to have misplaced my stapler.”


Mr. Red’s tie may be from 1976.

If I acquire a third squirrel, he will be called Mr. Pink so they can do scenes from Reservoir Dogs.

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