Rainy morning in the Georgia deer woods. Anything that walks by on 4 legs, up to and including wiserbud’s in-laws, is toast.
Tomorrow’s fun
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Rainy morning in the Georgia deer woods. Anything that walks by on 4 legs, up to and including wiserbud’s in-laws, is toast.
Tomorrow’s fun
November 26, 2010
Categories: 9/11 Bush's fault, bacon, BANGLAR!, bbq, Federal Witness Protection Program, FUCK SALT!!!, Good Stupid, I feel like chicken tonight., ManBearPig, Phone blogging, shut your whore mouth, weather blog . . Author: Andy
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March 3, 2021
Our government is a giant shitball of incompetents, liars and fascist pricks.
Hey, that worked.
Bestfirst iPhone poat ever!Hurray! A deer blasting poat! I agree: if it’s brown, it’s down. Ours opens Monday. Today will be spent retraining my 870 to get a slug within “minute of deer”.
So are you actually out there this AM, Andy? If so, let me relate how nicely my fireplace is warming my ass this morning.
Hell, HM, it’s about 60 degrees right now and I’m wearing Gore-Tex (calm down, Rosetta, it’s way different than latex).
I also wisely chose the ground blind, as it’s alternating between “steady drizzle” and “should’ve built an ark” on the rainfall scale.
All in all, I couldn’t be more comfortable.
Black Friday is racist. And yesterday is why I don’t drink wine. My head fucking hurts.
Morning.
Honestly, I think Wiser’s story last night about the guys hunting before dinner was a classic.
It’s freezing up here. 26. Snow flurries.
I can hear gunshots though.
Oops.
Wakey wakey.
How the hell can you hang a deer in 60 degree weather? Up here we always hang the carcass for several days, weather depending, before cutting them up. Really helps the meat. But then it’s always in the 30s or 40s, so it’s perfect for that. Radar says you’re getting wet all day. But they gotta move some time. I usually ditch it when it’s raining, but mostly because I’m a candy ass.
Oh dear. Dear dear dear.
Have to take it to the deer cooler (i.e., redneck butcher shop) and hang it there.
I usually have pretty good luck on days like this. It’s not like they have a choice about being out here. Like you said, movement’s the issue, and I may get up in a bit and do a little stalking.
Should be good and quiet for that. I don’t have much luck walking them up. But the cover is generally pretty thick where I hunt, and you end up making hellacious amounts of noise. Snap shots at spines through the crap are low percentage. It’s more like grouse hunting than deer hunting. Good luck. Post pictures of anything that dies.
I wish someone in my family hunted. We wouldn’t even have to leave the property. Just leave the dogs in the house for a bit.
Kids had one right up against their window on Tuesday.
[should remember to look up those links xbrad posted the other day]
We wouldn’t even have to leave the property.
Snares. Quiet, efficient, and no holes in the spare ribs. I know a guy that lives in a wealthy neighborhood that backs up to a nature preserve. The parks guys snipe deer in there every year, but they never knock them down enough, so this guy replace his back fence and strategically left low spots where he knew the deer would jump to get to his expensively landscaped formal garden. Then he put neck snares at the right height. Got three in a week. This is what happens when rednecks get money.
Ha! Genius.
Hell, it snowed last night. Not much, but the first accumulation of any type so far.
Oooh, sunshine. Lots of critters moving now.
Looks like it’s going to be short-lived though, according to the weather radar.
The car hunt continues. I found the same model with better options for $1000 less at different dealer.
Andy, can you please shoot Barney Frank? I will provide bail and legal services.
Andy, can you please shoot Barney Frank? I will provide bail and legal services.
I’ll bring the cake!
Andy, I will take any extras! Where are you?? I am at the airport shipping kitties…
Good idea.
I’m sure that bastard’s responsible, in some way, for the fact that I have to buy a non-resident hunting license to hunt on my own damned land. How ridiculous is that?
Catman, I’m in Forsyth.
Heading up your way for the game tomorrow.
I thought that if you owned it (not family) you did not need one…
I live in Pickens/Cherokee line area (Ball Ground) So you are not too far away. Across 53..through Dawsonville..
Nope. It might be your land, but they’re the state’s deer.
Forsyth the city (Monroe Co.).
It might be your land, but they’re the state’s deer.
Dear Georgia,
Come get your fucking deer off of my land.
Love,
Andy
I have heard of people “fencing” and claiming them raised. Do not know how legal that is. But, I am in redneck land.
Hahahaha. No shit.
It might be your land, but they’re the
state’scrown’s deer.fixt
Oh.. Monroe County..*hears banjo music*
Great post, Andy.
Be certain to let us know what you’re doing, ie: peeing, scratching ass, smoking, farting, etc…
Yeah, that’s a possibility. I wouldn’t want to press my luck on it in court, though.
They were essentially gone from here until the state DNR reintroduced them in the ’50s. My dad can still remember the first time he saw a track. I had the same experience with the Wild Turkey in the ’80s.
Of course we’re overrun with both now.
Dick, my goal is to impart for the non-hunters the true sense of boredom that comes along with it.
For example, that picture of the woods taken a couple of hours ago … yep, still looks exactly like that now.
A branch did fall behind me about an hour or so ago, though.
Good morning!!!
Hunting has to be the most boring sport (next to golf) on the planet.
Next thing, you’ll tell us you don’t like bacon.
What? I get on here and the poat dies??
Mom’s awesome sausage stuffing for breakfast.
*sound of Hoover vacuum cleaner*
*fondles S&W .460*
*ponders making fine, red mist out of barking squirrel*
*goading Andy quietly*
Do it! Do it! Do it!
Oh yeah. The irritating little bastard’s got me right where he wants me.
Should have taken some poisoned peanuts, Andy.
What?? I’m always prepared.
Heh. He almost came close enough just now for me to club him with the butt of this revolver.
Yeah, the squirrels are really quiet on the ground right now. Which means virtually no chance of hearing a deer before you see it.
I was always told that one of the “great things” about hunting was being out in the woods, where it’s so quiet and peaceful and you are alone with your thoughts, allowing you to commune with nature.
Doesn’t live-blogging the experience sort of undermine that concept a bit?
If only primitive man had an iPhone to keep him company while he tracked game.
Which means virtually no chance of hearing a deer before you see it.
How is it that a 150 lb. deer can walk up behind you and pee in your pocket but a squirrel sounds like an armored division?
Look, at least he’s not Ustreaming it!~
Andy?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE5pGeCUM-Y
Squirrels are dumbasses?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO_aoOZbT9I
I’ve done my share of the communing with nature bit. Now I’m just out here to shoot it.
The ustream would look exactly like the picture above. Worst live video ever!
Andy, since you’re there already, you might as well hug a tree.
well, time for the annual “let’s all annoy the living fuck out of Uncle Wiserbud while pretending to play football” football game.
Kill something for me, Andy.
I have a food hangover.
Throw Aggie to the squirrel.
He can do the full TSA on her; you can watch, and everybody will be happy.
HAHAHAHA!!! I *heart* you too 😀
Yay! More wiserbud stories!!!
“Mom’s awesome sausage stuffing for breakfast.
*sound of Hoover vacuum cleaner*”
Someone had a nice Thanksgiving
Good morning, ladies.
How you doin’?
“let’s all annoy the living fuck out of Uncle Wiserbud while pretending to play football”
Spearing is allowed when there are no refs. True fact.
HM has a point. Who’s gonna throw a flag?
How you doin’?
I didn’t overeat, my trifle was great, and my Aggies crushed all hope of them teasippin’ Longhorns going to a bowl this year.
On the downside, I was sober through the whole feast, which meant I was the referee. But the machete helped to quell any major fights.
HA! Andy that little bastard is mocking you. Check out bing.
http://www.bing.com/
Just the mental pic of Aggie with a machete is kinda turning me on….
On my last deer hunt (1992) my hung go hunting buddies got me up at 4:00 am and strategically place me in a grove of mesquite and cedar trees right next to what they claimed was evidence of a deer trail. They then left me and took up positions elsewhere. The sun was scheduled to come up in a couple of hours. I found a semi-comfy tree to lean up against and sat my fat ass down and began to wait for Bambi et al. I woke up about 11:00. Began walking to where I thought the cabin might be. Saw some damned fine looking Hereford cattle but didn’t manage to get off a shot. Got to the cabin about 1:00. Had a vegatableless lunch (win) and started drinking beer. All in all it was a good day.
I was in fine form yesterday, Brad 😉
My team and I were up on a ridge in CO waiting in ambush one time during training. The bad guys never came near us, because they saw all the elk that kept nosing around us being curious.
Not allowed to shoot the wildlife.
The last time I went deer hunting:
http://xbradtc.wordpress.com/2008/07/15/the-deerhunter-2/
Sure that’s me, Dick…
“Sure that’s me, Dick…”
So who is that in the middle?
respond with, “On the way” and squeeze the triggers. CRACK.
Down goes the zero target.
And down goes the second elk standing right behind it. The one nobody saw.
Awwwwww
So who is that in the middle?
I think it’s PJM, before her haircut.
So… what’s everyone doing today?
Good morning, cocks. I trust you all ate and drank too much yesterday.
Big Boob Friday is on hiatus this week because of the holiday and the over-consumption of booze. But mostly the over-consumption booze.
Floyd got a new sweater yesterday so if you’re lucky, you may get a Big Floyd Friday post later.
Not a whole lot, except starting to decorate for Christmas, Carin.
Please tell me you’ll be wearing cotton candy as you prance around the house decorating.
Aggie, not Rosetta.
Please tell me you’ll be wearing cotton candy as you prance around the house decorating.
I don’t prance…. otherwise, ok 😉
Flit?
Flounce?
Sashay?
Big Boob Friday is on hiatus this week
Tits vs. Turkey is a false choice.
Considering the size of my ass, more like float.
Considering we still have no idea what your fanny looks like, we don’t really know that, no do we?
You may wish to check your email, Brad…
Gotta love hot chicks in leather:
http://tinyurl.com/25vy67f
Good on the aggies last night..the team not the hostagette..
I didn’t overeat, my trifle was great, and my Aggies crushed all hope of them teasippin’ Longhorns going to a bowl this year.
Aggie, in case you missed it last night, apparently PG didn’t go to the right college:
Somebody is gonna get some pussy due to the results of a football game? I never got a payoff like that from my bookie.
Say what you will about our alma mater – we definitely know how to celebrate a win…..
Say what you will about our alma mater – we definitely know how to celebrate a win…..
Damn skippy!! We sawed varsity’s horns down to a nub, and then crushed any hope of a bowl for t.u.!!! WHOOP!!!!!
PG sure missed out… 😉
If I root for the Aggies, can I at least get a handy if they win a bowl game?
You may wish to
checkforward your email, Brad…FTFM
Frankly, I’m pretty surprised it wasn’t a donkey show in my email.
Niiiiiiice.
If I root for the Aggies, can I at least get a handy if they win a bowl game?
Does Dolly have opposable thumbs?
I’m pretty surprised it wasn’t a donkey show
WTF?? I would never do that!
That’s Rosetta’s job.
Well, that pic doesn’t show my derriere very well, Brad. I’m still in my velour PJs, since it got cold last night.
I’ll have one in my non-mom jeans taken later.
Dammit! No animals were harmed in the making of this poat.
Will have to do better tomorrow.
>> Big Boob Friday is on hiatus this week
Way to ruin a good double entendre poat title, assface.
Dolly has been a bit frigid lately…
Yeah, Will got a lot of smoochin’ last night.
The announcers were cracking me up. “This is so disappointing for Texas. They’ve really fallen far this season. *voice cracks* Mack Brown just doesn’t know what to think. He’s *sob* staying up until 3 every morning poring over his notes and tapes. (hopeful) There’s still time left…Oh! That turnover is just dreadful for Texas!” And then in the last ten seconds, when it’s obvious we’ve won, they cut to the three guys standing in the studio, and the one in the middle seriously looked like he was about to cry. It was almost as good as seeing Olbermann on election night.
Dolly has been a bit frigid lately…
Try some hot air 😉
It was almost as good as seeing Olbermann on election night.
Gawd, you noticed the lovefest they had for Texas, too! I was gagging over it.
Go Aggies!
http://tinyurl.com/26hcz66
First off, the article is way wrong. Our mascot is the highest ranking member of the Corps of Cadets, and treated as a five star general. Reveille has the run of the campus and can do whatever she damn well pleases. Bevo can’t.
Texas A&M students broke into Bevo’s pen in the winter of 1917 and branded “13-0” on one side – the score of the Aggies’ 1915 win in College Station.
Hubby’s great-uncle was one of the “branders” 😀
And we NEVER killed our mascots!! EVER!!!!
The comments on that article are hilarious.
Bevo has to be drugged pretty heavily to survive the games – all that noise isn’t good for a cow. He also gets his veterinary care at…you guessed it…A&M. The Large Animal Clinic at the vet school takes care of him.
Hahahaha. Once again, the cat proves me wrong by effortlessly retrieving her shoelace from the latest seemingly inaccessible place Will has thrown it.
Way to ruin a good double entendre poat title, assface.
Hahahahahaha.
Andy likes farm sex
If it moos, he’s a stickin’
He spends his spare time
Fucking the chickens
He knows he needs help
Raping goats is low class
But Andy’s addicted
To banging sheep ass
The livestock is lucky
His dick’s not that big
But he still makes the bunnies
Squeal like a pig
Fin.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! My BFF just sent me this with the note, “Made me think of you.”
I will be hanging out with the No. 1 Mascot in College Football* tomorrow:
http://bit.ly/dXLu30
* Technically, SI awarded that honor to UGA V who has departed to the great doghouse in the sky. Here he is in another famous shot: http://bit.ly/eENx8F
I am STILL full
Hahahahahaha
* prints on fancy paper *
* buys frame *
I get a kidless night at the theatre tonight.
Yes, it is in Seattle, but not every night can be perfect.
LMAO, Peel!!
Andy, at least it’s a dog and not a ball-less cow 😉
Sohos, I’m eating yummy leftovers now!
Just had a big turkey sammich!
That sounds awesome, BisW. Kidless is always good.
Oh, shit, Mom wants to go shopping today.
She just doesn’t think it will be that crowded….
Down Mare. Easy Girl.
*attention hoers*
http://tinyurl.com/29tpys5
Oh, shit, Mom wants to go shopping today.
I’ll pray for you…
Just Binged ‘Reveille mascot’ and found this:
Company E-2 has the privilege of taking care of Reveille. If she is sleeping on a cadet’s bed, that cadet must sleep on the floor. Cadets address Reveille as “Miss Rev, ma’am.” If she is in class and barks while the professor is teaching, the class is to be immediately dismissed.
Frickin’ hilarious.
I liked the part where after a particularly humiliating defeat, they secretly cooked the last Reveille in lemon sauce with butter and capers, and served it in the mess hall to the unknowing cadets, who all committed suicide in accordance with the school charter.
*flings machete at Laura*
nap time
My freshman year I had a class with Doug Beall, Reveille’s cadet that year. One day we were having a test, and Reveille was looking out the window at the squirrels up in the tree outside. She barked, and the professor said , “Well, I guess the test is over until next week.”
It was pretty freakin’ cool 🙂
Aggie, that’s cool about Hubs’ great-uncle. Those were some wild and woolly days way back when. Of course, legend has it THAT is how Bevo got his name – the teasips couldn’t stand having the score of their humiliation permanently on view, so they “enhanced” the brand by extending lines between the 1 and the 3 to form a “B”, used the “-” to make an “E”, and added a “V” before the “O”.
Then there was the year that the Ags managed to steal EVERY opposing team’s mascot. If I recall correctly, Miss Reveille has NEVER been stolen, despite many attempts – some clever, some downright dastardly. Say what you will about Aggies, our men know how to keep their ladies safe from harm!
And Laura, you would not believe what a thrill it is to have Miss Reveille attend your class. She is VERY well-behaved, and the corps member who is assigned to her care is treated like a rock star on campus. It’s quite the honor. When we were at A&M, the cadet assigned to Reveille was a Civil Engineering major, so I got to see a lot of her. She was even in the yearbook picture with the ASCE student group. I think Aggie has a picture of Reveille visiting her dorm room, too. And DD#2 was very excited about getting to see Reveille up close and personal in class this year.
I’ve always said that when I die, I want to come back as Reveille – she is one pampered pooch! When one Reveille “retires”, she gets to go live out the rest of her days in the lap of luxury with one of the veterinary school professors. It goes without saying that she gets the VERY BEST of care throughout her lifetime……
OK, convinced Mom to watch the game instead of going shopping.
I think Aggie has a picture of Reveille visiting her dorm room, too.
Yep. I was a very shy girl back then (SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTHS!!!), and one day, after class, I jokingly said to Doug that it would be awesome if Reveille would pay my dorm a visit. We were taking a class in Miller Hall, which is across from Legett, where I lived. He said, “Well, technically Legett is on the way to my next class…”
OMG, OMG, OMG!!! Not only did I host Reveille, but DAMN!! I had a hawt Cadet in my room!!!
Yeah, ok, so were a few other girls, but that’s not important….
Watching more Firefly. Wearing cashmere and wool. It’s winter!
XBrad, it’s high time you taught your mom the joy of online shopping – she can even have her gifts wrapped and delivered to the recipient’s home address! I know it’s not the same thing as going out and actually seeing what’s available, but for things that don’t need to be tried on, it can’t be beat……
*does the happy dance for Brad*
And Aggie, I’m SURE that the fact that Doug was going to be surrounded by a bunch of cute co-eds didn’t have ANYTHING to do with him visiting your dorm “on the way to class” either……
Hey, you gals had Reveille and a hawt cadet to gush over – he had a bevy of babes oohing and aahing the cute puppy and talking to him. A win-win situation for all involved!
It always seemed like the E-2 cadet in charge of Reveille had a LOT of REALLY GOOD friends from the Corps hanging around – I’m sure it had NOTHING to do with all of the cute babes who were constantly coming up to meet Reveille –
Tiff, mom gave me an exact list of just what she wanted for Xmas (to be bought on her credit card). She was giving me detailed instructions on where to go looking for what, and though i was ignoring her. By the time she was done talking to me, I was done with my amazon order.
She was pretty amazed.
Hm…well, he was a rather nice guy. Even after he became a Yell Leader he remembered me from his class. I don’t think it was my good looks though 😉
And yeah, the E-2 cadet sure as hell gets a ton of free publicity. Reveille gets doors opened, IYKWIM!!
By the time she was done talking to me, I was done with my amazon order.
HAHAHAHA!! What am I getting this year?
*waits for the pervs*
What am I getting this year?
Sticks, coal and a cute nightie.
Aggie, I meant I was done buying all the stuff she wanted.
**wonders if that nice lady will still give me a 50% discount at Frederick’s of Hollywood**
Aggie, I meant I was done buying all the stuff she wanted.
I figured, but thought it was Non Sequitur Day here.
Who wants pie?
**raises hand**
What kind?
Who wants pie?
I will settle for cheesecake.
I still have a little left over, Aggie. Though I kind of consider it pie.
Hm…well, in that case, I will take a thin slice, Brad.
Roamy is having internet access issues, but would like me to pass this along:
Please pray for her and her family.
Oh my goodness, Brad… Poor Roamy. Please send her my condolences and prayers.
Aw. Poor Roamy. She could use a spell of calm.
And here’s her hug [[[[[[[Roamy]]]]]]]
I’ll pass ’em along.
Poor thing has had a shitty run lately.
Jeez! That’s terrible.
Man, that’s tough. Hugs and prayers for Roamy and her family.
I for one welcome our new robotic overlords….
http://tinyurl.com/284px8k
Any idea how fast they are, Brad?
No clue, Aggie. But I’ll tell you this, dragging a wounded guy that weighs 300lbs with armor on ain’t fast for the strongest troops out there.
Very true, Brad.
Nice to see the RAF getting some:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m63c3W8I-Rw&feature=player_embedded
Sometimes, the turkey day spread is almost better the day after, warmed up in the microwave.
Almost. Still tastes awesome! Brine + injected turkey = WIN!
Did I kill the poat, or was it dead when xbrad posted?
Important distinction!
I love turkey day leftovers, too!
And I think the poat is sad for Roamy right now.
Well, I think Roamy would like to see sume funneh when she finally gets interwebbys.
And goodness knows, if you’re looking for funneh from me, yer fucked.
So sorry to hear that about Roamy’s cousin. It’s especially bad that it happened on a holiday – Thanksgiving will never be the same for that family. Hugs and prayers going out to Roamy and her entire family.
Fuckin’ Ace…he talked about all of the pro and college games except the A&M/ UT game. WTF??
if you’re looking for funneh from me, yer fucked.
Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a font of entertainment 😀
Bamster had a basketball “accident” and required 12 stitches to his lip. WTH gets 12 stitches TO THEIR LIP?????
Is there any way that both Auburn and Alabama can lose?
Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a font of entertainment
You just want me to send more of those pics of me and Dolly, you pervert.
WTH gets 12 stitches TO THEIR LIP?????
Gawd, maybe they stitched it closed???
You just want me to send more of those pics of me and Dolly, you pervert.
Hell no!! Just you. I’m jealous of your bitch.
STFU, Andy.
Mom went to Alabama.
Dad went to Auburn.
I want my apple pie warm with cheddar cheese on it.
Stat!
{{{GASP!!!}}}
A Man-God bleeds?
http://tinyurl.com/268hp8y
Liberals across the country dazed and confused. How can the world’s greatest athlete get caught unaware by someone’s elbow?
Breathless 24-hour media coverage begins immediately.
Xbrad, you’re the product of what we call a “mixed marriage” around these parts.
There’s one Fall day a year that mom and dad just don’t talk.
‘Bama is having teh buttsecks with them early, but there’s a lot of clock left in this one.
That is precious, Wiser.
*poetic justice*
BS we all know it was Michelle.
Hugs RFH
Back in a while….
BS we all know it was Michelle.
I wonder if he was playing one-on-one with Sasha?
President Pantywaist should just rub some dirt on that.
Hugs RFH
*scrolls back….
damn.
hearts, kitten.
My favorite Lewis Grizzard joke regarding UGA the mascot.
Glorious fall day, perfect weather for football. The University of Georgia Bulldogs race onto the field. Bubba and Earl are sittin in the stands, waitin for the kickoff, and Earl sees UGA trot out onto the 50 yard line, sit down, and proceed to lick himself in a place where dogs are wont to lick theyselves.
Earl nudges Bubba and points: “Yew see that?”
Bubba looks: “Yeah, I see that.”
Earl says “man, I shore wish I could do that.”
Bubba “Earl that dog would bite yeeeew.”
Puts on Auburn jersey. For dad. I was bornded there, while he was in chemistry class I think. He mighta made that part up.
crap. Didn’t see the bad news.
prayers
Dave!!!
Yes, that is a classic.
Andy, I tell folks my parents were happily married for 50 years, 364 days a year.
GODDDAMITTT~~~~~~~~~~~
Pussy boy cries about his busted lip.
I do so hope this doesn’t mean that we won’t be able to hear His Wonderfulness lecture us each and every day.
I’m sure his joke-writers are already hard at work, putting together some bad self-deprecating comments for Obama to casually toss out over the next couple of weeks which he will, of course, botch, because he just can’t bring himself to do “self-deprecating.”
Which will make him come across as even more bitchy and childish.
GODDDAMITTT~~~~~~~~~~~
Dolly pop?
Nah, ‘bama fumbled. On a terrific run.
Yeah, that was a shame for Ingram. It was a hell of a run.
Nah, ‘bama fumbled. On a terrific run.
Oh. I couldn’t care less about college football.
Wiser, how twitchy are you today? Have you set any family members on fire? Are the Wiserchildren with you?
I wonder how long Lord Zero had to wait in a hospital waiting room for that excellent care that they have imposed on the rest of us?
Just long enuff to come up with the basketball cover story to explain away that Michelle deckded him.
Wiser, how twitchy are you today? Have you set any family members on fire? Are the Wiserchildren with you?
Just opened my first beer. Earlier, I was outside throwing a football around with my son and super precious angel niece. Every single time someone dropped the ball or missed a catch, she would say, in an obnoxious little voice, “Fail.”
Over and over again. “Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail.” I finally asked her to stop. Of course, asking means nothing, so I finally told her to stop. Of course, that gets ignored as well. So I finally said “fuck it” and started walking towards the house.
“Uncle Wiserbud, where are you going???”
“I refuse to stay out here and listen to you, a 13-year-old girl, repeatedly judge every single person’s actions. Have fun.”
“Awwwwwwwww, Uncle Wiserbud. I’ll stop.”
“Promise? “cause once more, and I’m gone.”
“Promise.”
Throw football to son. Catch is not made. Super precious angel says “epic fail.”
It was either twist the top off a bottle of beer or twist her fucking head right off her fucking neck. I chose the beer.
*twitch*
I’m still deciding whether or not I made the right choice.
HA! Brilliant idea http://tinyurl.com/2c7d6xr
Well, maybe just a slap to her fat face, Wiser.
Or throw the ball to her. At near supersonic speed, and laugh your ass off when you knock her front teeth out…
A Man-God bleeds?
I immediately thought of this.
Or throw the ball to her. At near supersonic speed, and laugh your ass off when you knock her front teeth out…
At one point, she had her back turned. I threw the ball to my son who was behind her. It cleared the top of her head by no more than an inch. Wiserson laughed and said “You missed.” I said “I meant to miss.”
I really hate lying to my son.
I am so sorry to hear of Roamy’s loss. She needs a run of better family luck…
I wonder how long Lord Zero had to wait in a hospital waiting room for that excellent care that they have imposed on the rest of us?
He got treated in his sooper speshul clinic at the WH, of course. Pussy couldn’t walk it off.
Wow. McElroy’s mom is a MILF.
It was either twist the top off a bottle of beer or twist her fucking head right off her fucking neck. I chose the beer.
You chose….poorly.
You chose….poorly.
All I can think is that some poor little bastard is out there and doesn’t see her heading right for him, sure to ruin his life.
All I can think is that some poor little bastard is out there and doesn’t see her heading right for him, sure to ruin his life.
With any luck, he’ll deserve her.
NEW POAT.
With any luck, he’ll deserve her.
I simply can’t imagine someone with that horrible a Karma.
And think of all the poor boys she’s going to drive completely batshit insane until they figure out that they are far better off alone than being anywhere near her, before she gets to that poor, dumb bastard