OT: What animal are you

Penguin, beaver or sheep. Jeez, what choices, I'm somebodies lunch anyway
you look at it. :D Guess I better start keeping an eye on those big khuks
Yangdu's been giving away er selling at very reasonable prices. If the animal in me is a sheep, I guess I can have the wolf in sheeps clothing.
If I had to pick, the beaver is the best fit. Anybody need a dam built?
 
Vultuhipporilla with a day or 2 of porcupine added in for good measure.....I think it's safe to say I better stay single :D :eek: :footinmou :rolleyes:
 
Penguin or Owl, possibly a Prairie Dog... I was happy to see the penguin. Always thought of myself as resembling one.
 
Can I take the 5th Amendment? And I haven't even taken the test yet!
 
That's okay...I'll take it for you, Rusty.

Congratulations.

You are either a Wild Dog or a Badger personality.
But you may also be a Beaver personality
 
Sable or wolf. May have some dog mixed in ...damn, I guess mom really did have the morals of an alley cat!
 
...Yeah, the mangy flea bitten fur ball is my older brother. How he gets ALL the babes I'll never know :mad:
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Primus Lyrics 'Tommy the cat'

"I remember as it were a meal ago" said Tommy the cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled it's way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met it's demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did.

"She came slidin? down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double, even triple takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was O'Malley's alley.

The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended) but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin? for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the cat is my name and I say unto thee...Say baby do you wanna lay down by me"

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...Apocalypse meow
 
Either way I'm not gonna get a lotta lovin' from the general populace. Oddly enough I was born in the chinese year of the snake. Maybe a pattern here?
 
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