It seems an opossum broke into a liquor store. What happened?
The possum stole a gift
basket and delivered it
to his woodland friends?
He ate rat poison and died?
Whoa. And you
call me dark.
Hostmaster: incorrect. Well, Cyndi's answer is, anyway.
Noticing the store's
antiquated style of bookkeeping,
the opposum updated their system.
The opossum got drunk
on Rusty Nails?
Hostmaster: close enough. The opossum got into the store from the roof, climbed down some shelves, knocked over a bottle of bourbon. The next morning an employee found the animal lying beside the empty bottle, glassy eyed and drooling. The cops took the drunken opossum to the Emerald Coast Wildlife Refuge where she was dried out.
So the possum is OK?
Hostmaster: yes. After two days she recovered the effects of the booze-up, no charges were filed for the B&E. She is now at large.
Is she pretty? Maybe she could star in
one of those obnoxious ads urging moderation.
They ought to photograph her
backside with the caption,
"A Cautionary Tail"
So ends another round.
Read about Miss Opossum's wasted adventure here.