“Lucky for him he had a gun, so it was a lot easier.” ?

No, lucky for him a band of Lilliputian bystanders (with a low tolerance for wingnutted asshalves;

…a little less crazy but still kinda curious what human tastes like when taken down with a clean kill)

weren’t carrying these and a shitload of arrows…

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By the way, …anybody read Michael Moore’s, Dude, Where’s My Country? ?

Found it (for my own reading displeasure) on the four dollar rack while putting together a meaningful booklist care package for a graduate facing future…

Really, anybody read it?  . . . . . . . . .  HO-Lee! Hay-Soos!!

Am I glad wifey (Yin to my wobbled Yang) n I larned to watch the Stanley Cup while visitin family in Pittsburgh last week (all of us butt-assed naked on faux fur hides except for our flannel shirts, earflap hats & Kodiak boots.  Suppin Yuengling Lager (in lieu of Lucky X; paired-up, of course no swingin in PA, wives in front – hubbies in back), all the more preparation for the new American Dream that some of us will wake-up, like ol’ Reggie, with Canadian potentialities.  I only wish we had a time machine (bus) and a Yuengling keg cooler/dispenser