You’re a NIGHT-RAT-BOY the size of ONE POINT FIVE CATS, you have mistooken up entirely the size your species is supposed to be, and your head is too much a circle at the back end and a point at the front part, like a drawing of an ice cream cone in a clown’s hand. I don’t care for that. Be a cat or be a rat but don’t be one of both. Or at least be a cat the size of a mouse if you’re going to do that.
You’re like the Joker of animals but not even an original Joker, you’re the Halloween guys who dressed up as Heath Ledger so much ten years ago, but you have real knives in your mouth??
Your body’s always wearing FINGERLESS GLOVES, you’ve got fur on your forearms and yet NAKED FINGERS
plus there’s your slithery nude little shit-tail; I hate it
People want to mix you up with the okay-looking thing what’s in Australia. I’m not talking about Australia, I’m talking about you. Why are you always waddling across my porch smiling like Templeton from Charlotte’s Web? I didn’t invite you over.
WHY DON’T I KNOW WHAT YOU EAT? QUICK TIME GUESS: WHAT DOES A POSSUM EAT. YOU HAVE NO IDEA, AND NEITHER DO I. IS IT FRUIT? IS IT…NIGHT DIRT? IS IT OTHER RATS?
you lack gravitas you assed hole
MY FULL ENTIRETY OF A REACTION TO YOU CAN BE SUMMED UP THUSLY AND FOLLOWING: SHAVEN’T, NOT AS IN SHAVE-ENT BUT RHYMES-WITH-HAVEN’T. SHAVEN’T. I SHAVEN’T YOU. SHAVEN’T. YOUR WHOLE ENDEALMENT, I DON’T PRIZE.
you clarve holes into the dirt and hide yourselves there, dirt is only to live in once you’re dead and you are angering Hades
YOUR TAIL IS FULL OF THOUGHTS AND INTENTIONS AND YOUR MOUTH IS FULL OF MURDER
your fur is like Muppet fur and I don’t appreciate it
your babies clutch up on your back like a nest of pest-pellets and they cratchle-scrabble onto your skin with their little fist-knives which is not how babies should behave, babies oughtn’t to grasple-snatch, human babies don’t permanently breast-feed with their teeth and nails, you little vampire tots
the sound I always feel like you are making when I happen upon your lurkment patch is “SKEHHHH” and I don’t want you around me ever
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.
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RudyRed 124p · 463 weeks ago
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PaigePoo 111p · 463 weeks ago
*dies screaming*
BobOfSeals 138p · 463 weeks ago
My new go-to response for online dating, I think?
thebellewitch 122p · 463 weeks ago
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Tab Atkins Jr. · 463 weeks ago
dreadfulwind 156p · 463 weeks ago
illyria83 116p · 463 weeks ago
My possum story is this:
I'm still living at my parents' house. Get home first and there's a freshly dead possum with its head split open right at the entrance to the driveway. As in, it's difficult to avoid hitting again when you turn in. No one else will be home for hours and it's a nice summer day. In other words, I can't just leave it or it will be 10 times worse later. Time to get my shit together and do something.
I get a scoop and a garden shovel. I go out to the road and try to maneuver the possum onto my scoop held in one hand with the shovel held in the other. This is fairly awkward but I eventually manage it. Then I carry this scoop of dead possum, muttering under my breath and trying so hard not to look at it, all the way back to the wooded area in back of the house where I finally deposit it.
It is still one of the grossest things I have ever dealt with. I hate possums, I hate roadkill, and I HAD TO DEAL WITH DISPOSAL OF A DEAD THING. <shudder> It was the split head that really did it...
djm527 147p · 463 weeks ago
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Kate · 463 weeks ago
http://www.popville.com/2015/12/the-owner-promise...
Scared_Vagina 117p · 463 weeks ago
queenofbithynia 137p · 463 weeks ago
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raqueue 115p · 463 weeks ago
My mother came running out, thinking we were about to be murdered, and then had to explain to us about the poor quiet possum we'd just terrified.
NEVER FORGIVEN POSSUMS
permanentteal 113p · 463 weeks ago
Possums are horrifying rat-knives with ghost fur.
Apfelmoose 105p · 463 weeks ago
If so, I would like to humbly request that otters be next, just to see if it's possible for ANYthing to be wrong of otters.
(I suspect it is not.)
CosmicDoodahs 113p · 463 weeks ago
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alice darling · 463 weeks ago
No. It was a fucking possum.
I live in the city, I can handle rats, I can handle mice, I can handle the variety of mangy cats who live on our porch but do nothing about the rats or mice and are freeloaders generally. But this was a possum. I freaked out. It lived in our basement ceiling for like a month, until our landlord finally brought it someone to catch it. It was hauled out in a cage, hissing out its possum-y evil.
beakbreath 131p · 463 weeks ago
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MsNormaDesmond 119p · 463 weeks ago
Well, it's going to be impossible not to use this in some sort of business communication today.
readalongcassidy 113p · 463 weeks ago
I thought it was impossible-ossible-ossible.
Hunter Bishop · 463 weeks ago
i am fucking dying
LGBTRex 134p · 463 weeks ago
My college roommate knew how much I hated possums and bought a stuffed animal possum sold at Cracker Barrel (the greatest of the fine establishment's crimes). She then proceeded to hide it in various locations for the next several months: the trunk of my car, in my backpack, under the covers in my bed. You'd think it wouldn't be creepy because it was just a stuffed animal, but it had the right " ONE POINT FIVE CATS" size and "slithery nude little shit-tail" and was horrifying. EVERY. TIME.
My first job out of college, I seized upon the Christmas white elephant gift exchange as they ideal opportunity to get rid of it once and for all. It was the prized/most-stolen gift, and I rejoiced that it had at last benefited me in social capital, the dastardly thing.
A week later, I yelped in horror as I rounded the corner in the coat closet, to find it hanging there from its little shit-tail, and realized that I had inflicted it upon myself in a whole new context.
And that is my possum story.
Possums: they're horrifying even when stuffed animals.
readalongcassidy 113p · 463 weeks ago
champagneghost 128p · 463 weeks ago
like at least raccoons are manipulative enough to look cute sometimes but yeesh.
kalat1979 111p · 463 weeks ago
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Vera · 463 weeks ago
<img src="http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view4/1252819/monkey-punches-capybara-o.gif"
(Hope the gif works at last... http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view4/1252819/monkey-p...
StoatCat 138p · 463 weeks ago
telophase 124p · 463 weeks ago
1) There was a female possum who lived in the wellhouse, which had a wire fence around it because we used to have a dog and that was where we penned it at times. The gate had long since fallen in, and there was a hole in the fence near the bottom that had rusted out. The possum got in and out through that hole, because her vision was so bad that she never saw the fallen gate. My parents used to throw some of their leftovers and scraps off the back porch to feed various animals that came through, and I watched this poor possum pick up half a baguette and try to fit both it and her through the hole in the fence for ten minutes. It never occurred to her to turn it sideways, and she kept bashing it against the fence crossways, until I went inside because I felt bad for her.
2) The same female possum would come up on the back porch at twilight to catch and eat bugs. One evening I watched her through the window on the door--she had a pouch full of babies who all wanted to come out and play and she kept having to stop and stuff them back in. It was darling, and everyone who's been exasperated with a willful toddler would empathize with her at that moment.
Chris B · 463 weeks ago
THEY SCRUMBLE WALK THROUGH LEAVES IN THE BACKYARD SO AS YOU WILL THINK YOU ARE BEING SPIED BY EVIL TINY BADMEN AT NIGHT
AND HANG FROM TREES LIKE RATSLOTHS
AND DIE IN WINDOW WELLS
Pros:
but they eat the ticks and aren't rabid so, y'know, that's chill
mydonkeyfeet 103p · 463 weeks ago
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asthecrowflies_ 133p · 463 weeks ago
BRB, updating various email signatures with this.
exitpursuedbyaclaire 115p · 463 weeks ago
I am interested in seeing if this series gradually progresses through creepier and creepier animals (by general public perception). If so, I'm going to be one of those people going "no, guys, they're adorable, really, I don't know what you mean" until the bitter end.
halloweenjack64 115p · 463 weeks ago
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