On the way back from Waffle House I spot a possum in the road. And of course I'm driving right at him. And I think "Don't move don't move don't move" because he's mostly in the middle of the lane, but if he runs for it, he's going to die. And he just sort of hunkers down, and the car passes right over him and I'm like "YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" because I didn't kill the possum and I could see him scurry out of the road in the rear view mirror AND IF QUEEN'S WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS HAD COME ON THE RADIO I COULD NOT HAVE FELT HAPPIER!
DID NOT KILL THE POSSUM! YEAH!
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Yay for the possum!
Now if he just doesn't drown...
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