You know the drill: Click on his … er … acorn to make it bigger. You really must, if only to see the expression on the squirrel's face.
We found this little fellow lurking in the woods at one of our schools and simply had to liberate him.His … er … squirrel had broken off so we taped it up, meaning to have him repaired.
That was many, many years ago.
He has remained our departmental mascot ever since.
He moves around from desk to desk at night and you never know when you'll come in one morning to find him sitting on your chair.
He has never had a name.
We just love his evil eyes, his dirty smirk, his shiny, red … acorn in his furtive grip.
And that poor squirrel!
Where has he put his other hand to make it look that startled?
And what exactly is it holding in its little paws?
Anyhoo … What kind of fool would want to train a squirrel to give blow jobs? With those teeth, surely that's a risk too far!
Even hand jobs with those nasty little claws …
Brr …
Do you guys have an office mascot?
Is it as creepy as ours?
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I'd be afraid my "squirrel lady" would steal my nuts and hide them - and Winter's still a long way off in the southern hemisphere. {;-})
Ew, Lucio! "Squirrel lady" is so creepy it's hilarious.
She shall henceforth be known by that name.
since i work from home and miss daisy is here...
i used to have a little moose from maine that sat on my credenza at work. fortunately, i was the department head so no one could say anything about it. xoxoxo
Ah, being department head brings the occasional peculiar advantage, Savannah.
xoxoxo
Yeah, so not an acorn. "C'mere, little squirrel. You'll want to eat this!"
That is disgusting. I love it.
Ah, the most wonderful phrase a girl can ever say to a boy:
"That is disgusting. I love it!"
I have one of those little guys in my "office" down here in the dungeon. I'll post a picture soon. I can't figure out if he has a hairlip or a mustache, maybe you can tell me.
Brillant. DB ROCKS! I want some of what he is on.
Nothing could be as creepy as your mascot, Dive. hee hee
That squirrel is the devil, I'm sure of it.
Shazza: you really have an office gnome? Awesome! You'll have to use your new fangled digicam and display his charms to the world.
Prudence: I have this on seven-inch vinyl. Yay for the man!
Robyn: I could probably find things more creepy but I'm not sure I want to go looking.
And the poor little squirrel is so CUTE!
Several, though none as...precious...as that one. We have one of those flying, screaming monkeys, which we launch at anyone who is suffering from sense-of-humor deficit. I have a hideous Christmas ornament: a woman with a nutmeg for a body. Winged, bearing a bundt cake. I love her.
Flying, screaming monkeys?
wow, Kate! I have GOT to get me one of those! In our open plan office we could have so much fun.
Your nutmeg lady sounds kooky but charming.
No office mascot but I have a laugh rock on my desk.
How about The NutLicker? ....the cultured approach.
Very freaky gnome. I feel bad for the squirrel. Our Department used to have a 3-foot high Bozo the Clown punching bag (we resisted pasting photos of the "annoying lawyer of the day" on it), but we basically pummeled poor Bozo to death so now he’s packed away in a cupboard.
You guys have such a warped sense of humor in that office. I'd love to work there.
A laugh rock, Rich? That's a new one on me. Do tell.
Lynn: Mister Darcy would be shocked!
Katie: Yikes! Poor Bozo! Having said that, clowns deserve all the pummeling you can give 'em.
Mark: I'm sure we could find a position for you.
Do you think I could get a position working under Amanda?
Closest thing I had was a cardboard standup of Gimli the LOTR dwarf, but someone took a Sharpie and drew a scrotum beneath his "kilt".
flying, screaming monkeys???? please tell me where and how i can get one! seriously....
i.need.one.of.those.monkeys.
We used to have this big life sized doll in our waiting room, but the secretaries tired of the children fighting over it, so they moved it into our break/lunch room. She sits in a chair and we call her Susie. Whenever something is missing, a chart or whatever, we blame her. Someone once spilled coffee creamer on her head, so her hair is sort of matted down.
When we leave at night, we pretend that we can hear Susie screaming because she is afraid of the dark. We have made up big stories about her raunchy past as a call doll.
Poor Susie....
I work at home. I'm missing out. Time to get a job in the real world where the fiendish gnomes and screaming monkeys go.
Ha! Good timing with that gnome and the music. How do they DO that anyway?
Working at home, I have no gnome, but hubby's office once had a Potato Head....
Mark: buy her a couple of drinks and you can have any position you like with Amanda.
… er … allegedly.
Neetzy: that's all dwarves ever wear under their kilts.
Savannah: Me too!
xoxox
Maria: That is one of the creepiest things I have ever heard. I'll be haunted now by thoughts of all the world's dolls and mannequins screaming in terror when their lights are put out.
Petrea: Time to get a home gnome.
Katherine: I thought the video was fun, too.
Whoa! Mister Potato Head rules!
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