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Friday, 13 November 2020

Missed Opportunities

 Folks I am seriously considering beating my wife! I live in the city, and last night as she went for the mail box ... a couple swamp donkeys flushed from the playground across the street. Why - if the old bint had been on the ball and armed - she coulda poached that cow and calf, and I’d be slow cookin’ some succulent moose roasts!

Unfortunately that’s the way of it, men! The quality of today’s women has gone for a complete chit!😡


  1. That's like noon up there in Santa Land right? It's getting dark here by 6 pm now.

  2. DANG!
    That fresh moose heart would have tasted some good.
    Here in North Maine, during the annual moose hunt, I go out hunting, even if I don't get a tag.
    I don't know how many times I've scored a nice fat heart left behind on the gut pile.