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Discussion in 'General Hunting' started by BigBlueLittleBlue, Jan 7, 2018.
This sentence has been stuck in my head all morning. I keep hearing it like an upbeat Jimmy Buffett song.
Chum bucket cracked,
Eel bits and chicken livers,
I've stopped looking
At wedding decorations,
Lord have mercy,
What a good vacation!
Blame it on Trump. The MSM will support your claim and give an air of legitimacy.
I’m curious as to what kind of car we’re talkin about.
1984 Chrysler Le Barn Town & Country Convertible previous owner was John Voight.
Blame it on dirty Randy and the boys.
Faux wood panels?
Some additional options have been thunked of:
A. Change my name to Brandi, switch from the occasional cigar to chain smoking menthol Newports, blame it on the fact that coal is in the tank
B. Jan 21st is end of season and I still have tags, nab some delicious meat, carefully prepare it, make delicious food and then AFTER he's tasted it, blame the smell on a deer blood accident that never happened
C. (I have a furbearer dealer license) Trap, kill, skin, half the cast of Bambi, buy a new car, give it to him, and then still leave because honestly this is way too much stress in the first place dating is terrible
Sooo... howd it go?
Tell him the truth.