djfaceplant

i was driving back from bringing Kayla to work, and there was a squirrel in the road (apparently mourning the death of the squirrel directly next him). by the time i came around the corner it was too late for me to miss him (or the already dead squirrel) so i had no choice but to swerve what i could and undoubtedly kill the poor bastard. as i drove away i looked in my rear-view mirror and reflected on how stark life can be. mourning the loss of this squirrels friend lead to his own demise. then i saw the squirrel get up and run away...and i lost my enlightened state of thought.

moral of the story: you can lead a horse upstairs, but you cant.....uhm....hit a squirrel.....with a car(?)