Not too long ago we found out that the city is planning on chopping down one of our gorgeous oak trees. It definitely needs trimming as some of its branches are touching wires... but chop it down! No fucking way.
I've sent off a pleasant but forcefully worded email to our city councillor.
George doesn't know it yet but if we don't get a satisfactory response, he will be climbing the tree and living up there until the city comes to its senses. I will send up daily rations of food and water. And if need be, we will get married in that tree.
Our squirrels need somewhere to live!
Fight the power!
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Viva La Revolution!
Don't worry, I'll bail you guys out of the slammer!
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