trojanfan12
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Several years ago some friends of mine had a possum in their backyard. They wanted it gone, but were having trouble getting rid of it.
Their teenage son decides he'll take care of it.
So, my friend gets home from work and his son says "I got that possum today. Killed him, he's in the trash can".
My buddy says, "Are you sure you killed it?"
His son: "I punked that motherfucker. It's dead".
My buddy: "Where is it?"
Son: "In the trash can".
My buddy says "let's go see it". So they go over to the trash can, his son takes the lid off and gets the shit scared out of him when confronted with a very pissed off, hissing possum.
Their teenage son decides he'll take care of it.
So, my friend gets home from work and his son says "I got that possum today. Killed him, he's in the trash can".
My buddy says, "Are you sure you killed it?"
His son: "I punked that motherfucker. It's dead".
My buddy: "Where is it?"
Son: "In the trash can".
My buddy says "let's go see it". So they go over to the trash can, his son takes the lid off and gets the shit scared out of him when confronted with a very pissed off, hissing possum.