Fraternizing With the Enemy.

My son’s high school gym teacher two years ago was a Ravens cheerleader. Safe to say that none of the young men skipped HER class. :smiley:

I don’t blame them Mama Tiger. I must confess that I think back on that party often and with fondness. Welbywife, on the other hand, doesn’t. I wonder why?

Console yourself then, with the knowledge that peanuts can kill squirrels.

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Ah ha, that’s why they’ve been scouting out my motorcycles. I knew it. Every time I would go out to my bike there would be one. Usually they were just looking, but sometimes I would catch them off guard and I would see them playing with the CB, or testing out the seat height, or checking on the tire wear, sometimes even making sure the engine wasn’t leaking oil. I think they plan on stealing my bike and riding all over the country on it. Those bastards.

[Makes mental note to buy a truckload of peanuts]