Friggin-A.
I hate to say this, but more pics didnt happen.
The good news is that the 3 of us polished off an entire keg of PBR that we got late Saturday.
The bad news is that we didn't really tend to the brisket, and while it was good and tender, it was kind of dry.
Unlike us. We were (are) sauced.
So there were 2 opossums climbing one of my trees, and we were having chiki time with SD and CJ.
5-O started throwing rubber balls and children's tricycles at the vermin.
I demanded that he stopped. I have something more powerful.
I got my small caliber spud launcher out and 3 red potatoes.
We blasted that bastard 3 times. Sum held the barrel, I sprayed the propellant, and 5-O worked the ignition.
("working the ignition" comes naturally to him).
We hit him 3 times square and waited for him to fall out of the tree. He didn't. We gave him a good 15 minutes, and watched him slowly decline.
We went back to the kitchen to get more ammo, and when we returned he was gone.
Needless to say, the opossum problem in my neighborhood is no more.
And Sum's been sleeping in a pop up camper in my front yard. Like a boss!
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