I swear, I'm going to freelance proofreading internet memes. People come up with great ideas and then fuck them up with typos and grammatical errors. Sheesh.
There's a poacher trend lately. They kill bucks, saw the trophy heads off and sell them, and then leave the rest to rot. I checked it out after I saw a headless carcass at the curb on the American River bridge last week.
Profit motive and no ethics. What's that say for the assholes that would buy a poached trophy head? If I ever met a guy who had bought one I'd bust his head and then turn him in.
Actually, I was up until 5 am. The cute chicks suffer from weather migraines (barometric pressure sucks), and our cold front blew in and created misery and mayhem. I got them settled, emailed the school they wouldn't be there and then went back to bed.
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There's a poacher trend lately. They kill bucks, saw the trophy heads off and sell them, and then leave the rest to rot. I checked it out after I saw a headless carcass at the curb on the American River bridge last week.
That is just so wrong, what the fuck is wrong with people?
Profit motive and no ethics. What's that say for the assholes that would buy a poached trophy head? If I ever met a guy who had bought one I'd bust his head and then turn him in.
"who would buy"
You're having trouble with the "putting the words together and making them say things" thing, too?
Me not have way tonight!
Y'know..."Sometimes George get lucky, sometimes George fall out of tree."
Sometimes George fall out of tree onto Jane. Sometimes George gets lucky.
Mmm, George blushing, but intrigued.
George is adorable, Jane needs to get to bed. 6 am sucks.
I can always find a good grin when I need one, here.
Tx.
K
They are deer, you have to expect typos and grammatical errors.
Yeah I guess it's hard to type with hooves.
I think if I saw someone poaching for just the head, I'd shoot them. If they are doing it because they need the meat is a different matter.
You sleep in until 6? That's a luxury in my book.
I'm kidding, you work too hard.
Actually, I was up until 5 am. The cute chicks suffer from weather migraines (barometric pressure sucks), and our cold front blew in and created misery and mayhem. I got them settled, emailed the school they wouldn't be there and then went back to bed.
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