Not sure I could think of a worse nightmare than a rabid cat! I'd have been inching my way out the backdoor.
I sure wouldn't be climbing on a barstool. Maybe trying to lock myself in a bath/back room? IDK, but I would deff. be gettin out somehow.
I sure wouldn't be climbing on a barstool. Maybe trying to lock myself in a bath/back room? IDK, but I would deff. be gettin out somehow.
So I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar when a bobcat walks in and says "Who owns this car? With the peace sign, mag wheels, and four on the floor/"
Dang that's pretty crazy. I'm not really sure how I would react on that one... especially if I'd already downed my fair share of brewski's
First 3 deer in a distributor and now a bobcat into a bar, maybe the animal conspiracy theory has some merit.