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Lovely story from New Mexico, where a man asked police to help him find his missing car. Reportedly, the man had been drinking and getting high with a dude named Weasel. (That's all he knows about him, his name is Weasel.) Our protagonist got sick, so Weasel drove him home ... and then borrowed his car, a Buick, for an errand that apparently continues.
Hat Tip: Saw this via News of the Weird!
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The wicked weasel wan like a wascilly wabbit.
Posted by: JUNGLE JIM | Tuesday, June 24, 2008 at 08:45 AM
Too funny. Given that, my late hubby was named Bear, bc of his size and long black hair & beard. Don't know any weasels. Some pocket weasels maybe... LMAO
Posted by: Rosie | Tuesday, June 24, 2008 at 09:29 PM