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Fat Cat

You went to Starbucks and did not bring me anything??????

Herrrumph

And you think your commute to work sucked...

Time to loose a few pounds

You would butt scoot too if you were this fat...

1st day of the New Year-First entry out of order...

And just what does a fat furry little Woodchuck do all day? Why we sit around playing games with our little offspring and do nothing. We sit around listing to our wives complain about our winter coat and the shedding going all over the place. We might stack some wood just because we can. And yes I know about the song " and with a little saw in his tiny paw, a ton of wood he could", ya bite me. We, that's Woodchucks, are a lazy group of woodland creatures. That is why you very seldom see one of us as road kill, it's to far to waddle to the other side and why do we need to get to the other side when you have DHL or UPS to deliver it to you anyway. TTFFN WC. PS. This is a cut and past from somewhere else in the great big computer world. Please read first and you can sort everything out. We start fresh from here...

Off to sunny California....

It's just a 1100 mile drive each way through some of the finest ale country in the world. I will be making stops in Eugene, Grants Pass, San Fran, and anywhere else that www.Pubcrawler.com says we should stop. Just me and the little Squirrel and ale.....

"So long and thanks for the fish"

Mr. Stub is leaving us and moving on to regain his role as "dad" to his little ones. This came as a large blow to one little Woodchuck last Thursday. I'm not surprised by the move, just not ready for it as the Stub was protecting me from the big bad hunter higher on the food chain than me. Although the two big bad hunters can kiss my furry little ass for all I care. Anyway we in the forest are very happy for Stub and his family and wish him only the best. With all of the travel and time away from the family even when you are home, you could see this comming. So the woodland population drops by one for now. I met the Squirrel for a IPA on Wednesday at the Rogue Brewpub in Issaquah, Washington. LONG LIVE THE ROGUE. This was a business meeting where we did work of some kind. We talked about the six Beavers and thier annual meeting on the hill. Question, if you do something the same way and expect a different result, are you just plain mad in head? It's like Pam Anders

First day of travel and time to ponder???

What does it all mean? Is the answer really "42" or is that just another lie to keep us little Woodchucks down? Little Roller calls and talks to me for about 45 minutes and I'm still not sure why he called. Does this company we work for really want to make money or are we just a tax write off for the parent company? That's about all I got out of the call. And the fact that we will be going to find the Hoppiest ale known to man. You just have to love the Little Roller..... Herrumph..... Today I head out to meet with Secret Squirrel to go over stuff for a meeting on Thursday. Woodchucks on the move, be advised. The roads are not safe as I'm off to avenge road kill everywhere. I didn't get a Herrumph from that guy......