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I know you’re all probably tired of me ranting about artificial intelligence, but sometimes I have to.
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See?
I had to.
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Judging by the body to penis ratio of that rat?
I don’t think this error was too difficult to detect.
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Because there’s always plenty of it.
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If I remember correctly, I got a quarter. My how times have changed…
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I have no words.
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And from the look of those rats, they’re not thrilled to be living in Beantown either.
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A steady rat population is a beautiful thing.
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That may not be the only reason, but okay.
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It’s always the last place you look.
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Bored with your current occupation? Looking for a new career path? I may have found the answer.
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Think how impressive the title of Rat Czar will look on your resume.
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Motivated and bloodthirsty? I know a few people who would be perfect.
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Poor little guy. He’s just struggling to find an affordable apartment like the rest of the New Yorkers .
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It’s not often badassery is rewarded. Apply today!
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Because regular news is so depressing these days.
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I heard the rat is now drinking Bud Light and filing for unemployment while living in his mother’s basement. His podcast is scheduled to go live next Saturday.
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Because everything needs an update, even Jesus.
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I’m on the fence with this one. Please try it for me and report back.
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Is it a shoe? Is it a bag? What’s going on here….
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Cheese in individual plastic wrappers is not cheese. It’s orange dyed rubber and should be banned from kitchens everywhere. Do yourself a favor and make your grilled sandwich from a nice Gruyère or Vermont cheddar. Your taste buds will thank me.
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There’s definitely a rat problem in Washington, no doubt about that. Problem is we keep electing them.
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Now, that’s just rude.
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You wouldn’t think it would take 100 years for American politicians to decide lynching is wrong, but here we are. See my comment about Washington rats above.
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It’s hard to see a legend fall. Sorry Sam, there’s a new kid in town.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten alerted to us to a new visitor at Casa River the other day….
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And I can’t say I was pleased.
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In the 20 years we’ve lived here, we’ve never had a rat.
Until now.
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I shouldn’t be surprised. We live in the country with horses for neighbors on both sides and an organic farm across the street.
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But as much as I love all the wild creatures who stop by for a nosh?
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Having a rat dig a tunnel and move into our woodshed will not be tolerated.
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Because if there’s one… there could be one hundred next month.
Sorry bud, but your days are numbered.
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It was bound to happen. You can’t evict multiple families of vermin over the course of a summer and not expect retribution.
The other day? I spotted this:
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Do you see it?
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It didn’t look impressive, just a weed growing in the gutter. But when I asked the husband to grab a ladder and remove it?
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We realized it was more like a potted plant.
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With a large amount of potting soil.
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Half of the down spout was packed with dirt and had to be removed.
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Shaken heartily.
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And unclogged with a screwdriver.
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Piles of lovely dark potting soil were packed in there for what I can only surmise were nefarious purposes.
It was momma red squirrel, I know it.
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That bitch has been plotting her revenge ever since I chased her children out of the eaves. And if you think a rodent revolution is ridiculous?
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History disagrees.
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But there was so much to see and I’m not even covering an eighth of it.
Oh, stop.
A little knowledge won’t hurt you, although these might.
While I’m not a general fan of firearms…
Even I had to admit they were beautiful in the 18th century.
The silver work was lovely.
And the under sides of the butt caps really did have grimacing faces… but the lighting, the glass cases, and the reflections prevented any of my pictures from being post worthy.
Everywhere you looked you were surrounded by history.
Which is basically my nerdy idea of heaven.
When I die? I want to find out who killed JFK, how the pyramids were built and the location of ancient Troy.
And trust me, I have a lot of shoes.
Impressive, right?
There was even a tree of knowledge. If only I could spread some of it’s seeds in our nation’s capitol today…..
Naturally we had to check out the surround sound movie.
Complete with battle scene sequence smoke rolling by on the floor.
And in my experience?
There are very few museums who actively instruct you to touch their balls.
Yup.
Seriously big balls.
This now concludes the indoor museum section of our trip to Yorktown, Virginia.
Well, wait….
Maybe just one more thing.
Because who doesn’t love 244 year old rat skulls?
River's world..... 