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Back to the Kardashian trash photo. More pipe been laid in that skanks man trap than a fleet of plumbers vans.
Only in America can a family (if you can call it that) take a trailer park trash life style and market it to the point of being millionaires. Sad commentary on what people find entertaining these days.
Respect ! Nice job.
I had spotted it a couple of times previously, sneaking around the edges of the open land surrounding the house and pond. But she never seemed to pop up when I was close to the rifle.
I propped the 22-250 in the corner of the dining room and kept checking early and late, whenever I could.
I was microwaving some pancakes and poaching a couple of eggs when I looked out the kitchen window and spotted her about 110 yards from the house.
I turned off the kitchen lights and told my wife, "There's that son of a bitch!"
My wife started to get up from the bar to go the window to look, and I said, "Don't you fucking move!"
I grabbed the varminter and eased the side porch door opened. She turned and started back towards the woods, but I was already on her.
As soon I was sure she was down for good I came back and finished my breakfast project, ate breakfast, and then went and disposed of the flea-ridden, tick covered, nasty smelling bitch.
I'm sure there are more, but it feels to get a female out of the mix.
I had spotted it a couple of times previously, sneaking around the edges of the open land surrounding the house and pond. But she never seemed to pop up when I was close to the rifle.
I propped the 22-250 in the corner of the dining room and kept checking early and late, whenever I could.
I was microwaving some pancakes and poaching a couple of eggs when I looked out the kitchen window and spotted her about 110 yards from the house.
I turned off the kitchen lights and told my wife, "There's that son of a bitch!"
My wife started to get up from the bar to go the window to look, and I said, "Don't you fucking move!"
I grabbed the varminter and eased the side porch door opened. She turned and started back towards the woods, but I was already on her.
As soon I was sure she was down for good I came back and finished my breakfast project, ate breakfast, and then went and disposed of the flea-ridden, tick covered, nasty smelling bitch.
I'm sure there are more, but it feels to get a female out of the mix.
There are some things a man just shouldn't cast his gaze upon, least it be etched into his memory for all time and this my friends is one of them.