This story has it all!
“I love that smell. Don’t you just love it? Nothing smells better to me,” says Sherri Tippie, inhaling deeply. “I was born for beavers…we’ve spent too long working against Nature…”
Truly an enlightened perspective. Part-time she trims hair in prisons, full-time she gets down and dirty with some wild hairy beavers. Some people might complain about the workload, but Tippie just can’t get enough!
Some, though, are more cautious.
“Properly managed, beavers can be a great thing,” said Eric Adams, executive director of the nonprofit and educational MacGregor Ranch near Estes Park, where Tippie has delivered the animals.
I guess he’s more into restraint.
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Lookit the tail on that beaver of hers – – –
don’tcha just lurve those Canadian Platypuses, but would you want it to be living at the bottom of your Garden
Looks like June’s going easy on the Beaver . . . .
This is so damned wonderful I cannot stand it.
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EVERYBODY loves the beavers!
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Beavers are so ugly. There is a commercial for some new sleeping pill that involves Abe Lincoln and a talking beaver. It grosses me out!
I’ve seen that. I thought it was some kind of political statement and reference to the 49th parallel tensions of the Nineteenth Century.
Ugly is in the eye of the beholder
I can’t behold mine without getting better at yoga, actually.
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stiletto is so ugly when i saw her picture it grossd me out
Please, child. Let me explain how flamewars work:
First, you bring your game. If that’s the best you’ve got I’m afraid we’ll have to make you go sit in the corner with the pointy hat on for another four or five years.
Second, you try not to say anything obviously stupid. A model and beauty pageant champion who judges bodybuilding competitions is not only objectively beautiful, she could probably pick up your mom’s Accord and throw it at you.
Third, and related to my last point above, you stay in your own league.