Rants in Your Pants

Okay.
Looks like I had to come in and look around, first - check to see that it's safe. No mad beasts hiding in the shadows.
No creepy crawlies lying in ambush...
If I don't get outa here quick, I might wind up with rants in my pants..
and then where would I be?
(I think I just spotted one over there in the far corner....yuck, what an ugly lookin' little critter.)
....looks a little lonesome, though.
- awful quiet for a rant.
Perhaps it's a particularly special rant. It might be hibernating.
Maybe it's just fed, and is stuffed and therefore mellow and lazy...
(but if so, what did it eat? I don't want to know.)

Could a rant make a good pet?
Is it on the wildlife endangered list?
Would it look good in a diamond-studded collar?
Can it catch mice?

Maybe that isn't a rant at all. Maybe that's what ate all the rants that tried to get in here.
Yow.







Captain Midnight
Just let me laugh when it's funny
and when it's sad, let me cry