they played me. it was all on my dime, the food, the drinks, the hospitality. my charm and generosity were, if i might say so, unlimited. i figured i'd treat them well, and the cease fire might lead somewhere.
disgusting. fatso just wanted me to keep buying walnuts, bird seed, and planter's mix until his crew got fattened up. thus, i am sure he'll order another attack, and probably call in a coalition of woodpeckers and barking dogs.
you can't negotiate with a squirrel.
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