Saturday, August 11, 2012

I didn't know that Garage Mahal could run that fast...



I mean usually he likes the dead ones.

Boy is my asshole sore!

And by that I do not mean that spinelli is upset.

OHHHH SHIIITTT!!!!! HEADLIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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3 comments:

Chip S. said...

He's probably looking for that imminent indictment of Scott Walker. Or the secret router.

August 12, 2012 at 1:35 AM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Is that elk missing a tail? Did someone pull a "Bobbit" on it?

August 12, 2012 at 9:43 AM
MamaM said...

This post reminds me of the Ron White take on deer hunting.

My cousin Ray on the other hand thinks that killin' a deer with a deer rifle is like magic in the forest. And now, I would like to do for you now my impression of my cousin Ray after the big kill. "Hell, it was four in the mornin', 22 degrees outside. 'Course, you weren't there. Pussy. I'm in a camouflaged deer blind. I've got grease paint on my face and deer urine on my boots. I'm not sure why." I made that part up. "I've got a 30-06 with a laser scope. This baby will fire a bullet 2200 feet per second. When that deer looked up to lick the salt sucker I hunged from the danged ol' tree... caught him right above the eye."

Yeah, well, I hit one with a *van* goin' *fifty-five* miles an hour with the headlights on and the horn blowin'! Woo, that's an elusive little creature! If you ever miss one, it's because the bullet's moving too fast. I'll tell you what- slow the bullet down to 55 miles an hour, put some headlights and a little horn on it, the deer will actually jump in front of the bullet!

August 13, 2012 at 5:33 PM

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