Maybe it's morse code

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
We're doing different math so we don't even need the flashlight.

Must be one high-tech flashlight

It's Mo Monday!

When your nemesis is an evil squirrel you often don't feel safe. Attacks can come from above, below, any direction really. You get the idea, though, that if you can get inside you'll be safe. Squirrels don't have apposable thumbs, so surely they can't open doors. Right? 

Right?

We're not so sure anymore. Mo spent several hours recently examining door knobs. It's only a matter of time before he figures out some method of opening them. Then no one will be safe.

Did you just say that?

We'd like to introduce a new feature that will be appearing on here occasionally. We call it "Did you just say that?", where we list three things we've heard our coworkers say to patrons. Things you really shouldn't say.

Today's list actually all come from the same person.

1. The government is evil.

2. You're gross.

3. Then you wouldn't have anything to complain about.


This is how we imagine patrons responding:

Put your face right here, coworker

Who keeps severed limbs around

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
She made a face at us so I gave her the arm.
 

No one seems happy about that

It's Mo Monday!

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also trapped Mo. We were at a local restaurant that had counter seating featuring stools. These stools had a hole in the center. Mo is apparently to curious for his own good. He poked his head up through that hole and found himself quite stuck. We must admit we laughed at him a good long while before helping him out.
 

They didn't have them in fun- or king-size

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:
You could put bite-sized monkeys in there.

He seems awfully happy to be eaten.

It's Mo Monday!

Mo sneaked along on our monthly bowling night. First, he was outraged when we told him he couldn't bowl without shoes and they don't make bowling shoes is squirrel sizes.

And nothing he could do was going to make them fit.

He raged about eating everyone in the place. He claimed that the lanes were his own personal snack bar. Luckily, the alley had these handy signs. And for all his faults, Mo can be kind of a stickler for following signs.

No snacks today, Mo.