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Happy Groundhog Day!

You’ve gotta know that fucking groundhog is so fucking sick of this Groundhog Day shit.

I ran over a groundhog once. In a rental car. I felt terrible, but the nice thing about hitting stuff in Tennessee: there’s always going to be a truckload of Sons of the Soil coming along behind you to clean up your mess.

Also, I ate groundhog once. In stew, I think. I don’t remember it at all, I just remember my mother complaining for years afterwards about how greasy it was. Mother was big time into making us eat weird back-to-the-land stuff.

Not possum. Thank god, not possum.

I don’t know about where you are, but where we are — no fucking way that fucking groundhog saw his fucking shadow today. If we had the fucking things here.

February 2, 2011 — 9:53 pm
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