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“What would it be like to be a belligerent, psychopathic asshole trapped in the body of a tiny adorable feathery tennis ball?”

Shoot.
isn’t it going to be about the same as being a belligerent psychopathic asshole black female dolphin trapped in the fluffy body of an elderly white European male?

In which case I can tell you personally.

”What would it be like to be a belligerent, psychopathic asshole trapped in the body of a tiny adorable feathery tennis ball?

I was thinking Robert Reich

https://www.forbes.com/sites/paulroderickgregory/2013/09/10/robert-reichs-f-minus-in-economics-false-facts-false-theories/#681d25b2507a

I have a pretty Carolina wren that showed up last year and settled in my garage. It’s hilarious watching the little 5″ puff tail-flicking and scolding everyone and everything that moves. I put up a wren box for him just today – nailed on the outside of the garage, away from the doors. I hope he finds and likes it, and I hope this year I won’t be randomly dive-bombed when I go to my car.

Awwww…a Carolina wren actually looks like a robin.

I was once chased through the forest by a whole gang of little chickadees.

I have a Carolina wren living the palm tree beside my patio. Little dude sure can belt out a song. But all the neighborhood birds are in the throes of courtship, so it’s noisy out there.

I was attacked by a crow in my driveway yesterday. It had grown fond of some laundry that was hanging to dry and I tried to shoo it with a broom. It attacked the broom, landed on my van, and when I approached it leaped off the van and bit my nose rather quickly. It was fool enough to hang around and now it’s dead. So my answer to your question “What would it be like to be a belligerent, psychopathic asshole trapped in the body of a tiny adorable feathery tennis ball?” is DEAD.

Hope your nose is okay, Bob, and I hope you don’t mind I’m kind of on Team Crow here. RIP, you magnificent bastard.

Get a few more of those Bob and you’ll have a…..

(Okay everyone join in repeating the awful pun from the Yankee)

MURDER OF CROWS!

And I’m not even going to mention stories of lost tripods and tits and butt in the woods but….( I guess I did )

I love this place.

Your girl is on television tonite:

Lucy Worsley’s Fireworks for a Tudor Queen

Stoaty writes, “What would it be like to be a belligerent, psychopathic asshole trapped in the body of a tiny adorable feathery tennis ball?”

Change “feathery tennis ball” to “furry meatloaf,” and the answer is simple: a cat.

@S. Weasel:

…I hope you don’t mind I’m kind of on Team Crow here.

As a general rule, so am I. But it’s a matter of territoriality. When I’m on Mr. Crow’s turf, I respect his sovereignty. But if he attacks me on my turf, he can expect a decisive defense!

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 7, 2018, 1:18 pm
Your girl is on television tonite:

Lucy Worsley’s Fireworks for a Tudor Queen
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Lucy’s sort of sexy in a kooky way, isn’t she?

Actually, I suspect that poor robin was just trying to warn her out of the way of that lorry speeding down the road towards her, filled with hundreds of illegal alien terrorists who want nothing more than to rape her and those other girls. Because, after all, that be their “culture”. And you must never forget that all cultures are equal!

fire works for a two door queen?

Hmmmmm.

@Deborah HH “so it’s noisy out there.”

The woodland frogs are out of hibernation, horny and vocal…early evening sounds like B horror flick soundtrack.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: March 7, 2018, 3:50 pm
Lucy’s sort of sexy in a kooky way, isn’t she?
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You know how Lucy loves to play dress up. This time she’s Elizabeth I. lol