Beaver shots are very popular among fans of the ol’ raincoaster blog, and it must be said that other than the drunken beaver shot, we haven’t had much beaver around these parts lately except my own, which very few of you have had, it must be said, and certainly not in any way that enables saving it to your hard drive. I mean, how long would it stay hard, if you did that?
Where was I?
Beaver shots. Right, beaver shots. I saw this one featuring young beaver and major wood on the Fail blog and though I’d share its shiver-inducing potency with the loyal readers here. Of course, it’s hidden behind the page jump for lo, we are terribly discreet, mofos.
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Ah, imitation is truly the sincerest form of flattery. You may recall that my masterful crime-scene analysis of this particular beaver shot was that this was not in fact a simple industrial accident.
The beaver was in fact killed elsewhere, and then the scene was arranged to make it look like an accident.
I concluded that the beaver in this shot was stabbed with a particular type of pike common in an area of medieval France.
The beaver was shot with Brittany Spears.
FFE, is that you?
Also: you posted this? Gee, if you posted more regularly I might have noticed/remembered. When was it? ‘74? 76?
Hey, I missed that one! I like the Fail site and its environmentally friendly commitment to recycling all that everyone has ever seen on the Internet in one place. All that and beav shots. You did it again, rain.
You know you can depend on me for some things, especially the things of Castidoraean nature. ESPECIALLY since I’ve dropped out of Google’s top five results for “Beaver Shots!”
Ah ha! I beat Metro to that pun months ago!
http://frontiereditor.wordpress.com/2007/10/08/a-thought/
And I even did it in partial French, so there :P
@RC
It was December 2006, actually.
Sorry, I forgot, I think you were doing your second stint in rehab or something at the time.
@FFE:
You get extra credit for doing it in French, though.
I fear Beaver is losing its attraction in the blogipelago. I will also be showing an interesting example of beaver and big wood sometime soon. But it will be done in English – I have been taunted by the French too often. And farts have been aimed in my general direction!
If GEagle had a blog, he could do it in Afrikaans. Do they have beaver in SA?
Sadly, the Limbo King, is dead.
Sheesh–apparently you were actually on the loose and a menace to the public at the time–hell, you even commented on that post!
You co-accused my wife and I of being “shameless” and said you would pretend not to know us from then on (another broken promise, alas).
Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re well cared for in your clearly-rapidly-advancing senesence. Well, somebody will, I’m sure.
If an eAGle blogs on the veldt, does it make a sound?
Only if the muffler’s bad on its trek
You obviously do not understand the way the web works. That is not the same picture you used. It has “FAIL” on it. Duh.
Oh! I see. Yeah, that totally changes everything. Why, it’s as different as, oh, as something very different is from something which is not at all the same!
May I congratulate you on your thoroughly original and not-at-all-ever-done-before-by-anyone-in-any-way post?
Seriously, you don’t want to do this right now. Back AWAY from the comments section. The WP.com technical forum is strewn with the blood of the fallen, and it’s not getting better.
What? When someone’s wrong on your blog you (appropriately) crap on them, and when someone’s right you crap on them harder?
Doubtless that explains all those Miss Congeniality awards.
Me, I’m being congenial. Hell, I even congratulated you on your near-originality!
Why are you being so mean to me when I’m trying to be nice?
*Weep, sniff, snivel*
Okay, you handle this:
http://en.forums.wordpress.com/profile.php?id=117690
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