I'm baaaaaaack!

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(That's squirrel language for: I'm back! Phew! Today I was washing my squirrel-face with water from a bottle cap, and I remembered this blog. Sorry squirrels for abandoning you.
     So much squirrel news has popped up. My small squirrel brain can't keep up with all of this! *Feels lightheaded* Okay, so Album 51: Take It From the Squirrel is over, and my squirrel mental powers are trying to figure out what to write about.
      I'm going to go pass-out now, so this is Squirrel Original Joe saying, "I think I'm gonna pass-ou--"

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(That's squirrel language for: I'm sorry to say, that squirrels aren't reading this. So I have decided to give up the squirrel-nisity. I don't like squirrels that much anyway! I've moved on! Opossums are much better. Go to Odyssey Opossum. Sorry again little squirrels, but I feel I must leave.
For the last time, this is Squirrel Original Joe saying, "Why did I even start this blog? Oh yah, I was trying to be clever."