Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Of Mice and Squirrels

Today my cat killed a squirrel.

And left it by my front door.

Ah, well.

Here's Jeff's contest:

"Using a barometer and anything you can find in your house, find the height of a random building in New York. Make sure to use the barometer and mention a moose."

Good luck with that.

10 comments:

Leah said...

Welcome to my univese. Hey, yours can get squirrels?! Um, I've heard this one before. I think one solution was to measure the barometer, tie the barometer to a piece of string, draw lines on the string in intervals of the length of the barometer, then stand at the top of the building and lower the barometer down. Count how many line segments it takes 'till you hit the bottom and there you have it. Oh, and it hits a moose that had excaped from the zoo. The moose is knocked into a coma, but one day 12 years from now awoke. His first words (in moose language) were reportedly 'So, did the Phillies ever win the World Series?'.

Jon said...

The answer to the moose's question is the following:
At one point back in the day, they could, and did, but now a resounding laughter is had at the name of the phillies.

Leah said...

The moose then nodded wisely, made a rude comment towards the nurse, then passed away.

Angie said...

maddie's cat kills chipmunks daily. it eats the brains and leaves it in the driveway so her parents can run it over. Cats are dumb.

Ello said...

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First you kill the barometer even though it was never alive in the 1st place. Then you find a moose in Vermont and ride it. You then take it to where the tall building is. Then you have a seizure and you bury the barometer. Then you take it out of the ground and throw it at xylophone (mr depiano).

Ello said...

wow. maddie's cat seems to be very evil.

Jon said...

As evil as your cats are, mine is tough and insane. It gets into fights with this black cat on our street at least twice a week, and it has been run over twice and is still living. Not to mention this black cat ripped out a spot of fur from my cat, whilst we found a cat claw, that was not one of our cats' claws (my other cat is a wimpy whining cat that likes to eat and sleep and purr and whine real loudly). So evil is my cat, maybe, tough as solid lead nails, yeah.

Ali said...

for some reason the link i have for you on my blog is really screwed and takes me back to like may...*checks blog*

ok i think i fixed it

*curses own computer illiterate-ness*

Jen said...

Shizz. Cats are cool. But they claw at you when they're angry.

Leah said...

Just wanted to add to mine that the barometer did not land permanently on the moose's head, it simply impacted, then swerved to the side and continued dropping. So, the height of the moose need not be calculated. Just read angie and Jen's comments on me, which I thought deemed a response. (1) I'd love to, but I can't sing. (2) Once again, I'm sorry about that Jen. That probably wasn't the best answer to give. I assure you it's just my stupid memory. In a lesser note, check out Johnny Weismuller(that last name isn't right..) in a loincloth!