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Anna, you slut. You couldn't handle my meat whistle. You'd beg for mercy and never be satisfied with anything less. If you're nice, I might introduce you to Mr. Happy.

sweet

Another way to look at it is if you're a dirtbag with no assets anyway, let the fucker's sue....they won't get blood from a turnip.

The haircut analogy is perfect. Shit grows back fast in this country. It's next to impossible to really kill a plant around here, except in my living room.

Doesn't she have a page at www.southerncharms.com ?? Anna thinks she's a hottie, when in reality she's just another overused, mouthy, girl gone wild. Sorry Anna, but after 25, you ladies are on the downhill slide.

Yeah, a new all-time low in Spray.

Well, that reverse psychology doesn't work with me, so quit calling all the time. I already have a girlfriend.

...and since you hang out here, that makes you?

two words - Stepford wives

good job diggin' that one up, dru

Good idea but the game wardens already have it out for me. Got busted last winter for shooting ducks after dark (cost me $250), and a neighborhood bitch that hates me, busted me for shooting a snow goose off my front deck as it flew by in the fog (they couldn't prove that one). Then last year I was busted for fishing with barbed hooks and no lics. and lost my G Loomis rod and Calcutta real, plus $100 fine). So I have to be careful what I kill now, and I fish in the fog and have a faster boat than the fucking Tool wardens.

The fucking seals out here are next. I picked up some "seal bombs" from my commercial fishing buddies. When I'm realing in a nice fish and the goddamn seal grabs on, you light them like cherry bombs and throw them in the water. They don't kill the seal, but they definitely fuck up their day.

Maybe I have the shit, or maybe I don't. Only Neo knows for sure.

Goddamn, you people are really anal about this shit aren't you? Buy the bitch, or don't.

Twas a fat Coon that had been raiding my neighbors dog food and getting bolder and aggressive. The last straw tonight was when it threatened my neighbor's wife and their 2 year old granddaughter. Chased them into the house. So Bill and I treed the prick and shined the light on him. My first shot dropped him like no tomorrow. He fell 20 feet in a "thump". Had to do a quick followup as he was still kickin'. Get this, he fell dead away into a perk hole that some realtors had dug. It was like he fell right into his own grave. The hole was large and about 2 feet deep, so we just filled it in with dirt, popped a couple Mickeys and had a little funeral ceremony and atta-boy ass slapin'.

Had to do a little varmint control tonight. 2 rounds 00 Buck - deader'n a door nail.

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Yeah, Cavey's a trip. hahaha

On a farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One day, the horse fell into a bog and began to sink. The horse begged for the chicken to go get help. The chicken ran back to the farm. He searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail for he had gone to town with the tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Z-3 series BMW. Finding the keys inside, the chicken sped off with a length of rope, hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. Back at the bog the horse was surprised, but happy to see the chicken arrive in the shiny car. He managed to get a hold of the rope the chicken tossed to him after tying the other end to the rear bumper of the car. The chicken then drove slowly forward and with the aid of the powerful car, rescued the horse. Happy and proud the chicken drove the car back to the farmhouse and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the two animals was cemented. Best Buddies, Best Pals. A few weeks later the chicken fell into a mud pit and soon began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life. The horse thought a moment, walked over and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his schlong and he would lift him out. The chicken got a good grip and the horse pulled him out saving his life. The Moral Of The Story..... When you're hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.

Yo be trippin

I used to get all hot and bothered by j_b. I don't anymore. I take solace in the fact that I have many friends and business acquaintances that know and love me. J_b on the other hand must spend his days knowing everybody despises him and much of what he stands for. I would kill myself if I had to spend one day in the life of j_b the super Tool.

I'll drink to that.

what is a j_b?

Bush is a Great American Hero

got ebonics down pat, too