Yeah yeah...its also the National Tree of that great bastion of strength....FRANCE. It IS HARD to stomach the STRENGTH of a Frenchman's body odor so I guess it makes sense somehow.
Additionally, Oak Trees are notorious leaf shedders. Around here we have the kind that don't finish dropping their leaves until Spring, when the new leaves come out. Their leaves and - horribly plentiful acorns - are also poisonous AND addictive to horses, causing intense diarrhea.
So what you have is the National Tree of France hanging around my yard, dropping leaves FOREVER, attracting Gypsy Moths, sickening equines and causing my house to be painted by Mr Ed's explosive excrement.
Oak Tree's are a pain in the ass. Especially for the horses.
'nough said
On the other hand the Porpoise (I reject your Bradford Pear homology and reassert the supremacy of my own) is Latin for "Pig Fish"...so...uh...take THAT!
Porpoises are predators (and if you've every seen me attack a sandwich you would acknowledge that I too, am a predator. Of course, I cannot claim to attack a sandwich with the same gusto as Oak Tree attacks a liquor cabinet...)
Contemplating my fine porpoise like physique while writing this, I once again attempted a sit up with my Iron Gym. Approaching the endeavor with Zen-like concentration, I hooked my feet like so...adjusted the postion of my prodigious buttucks thusly....heaved my self forward and up then....wow. Look at how that thing twirls thru the air....OHSHIT! SON...of.... a... BITCH!!
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