My Local Hardee's

[Wat_Tyler]

They just won't do the research.


DeeCeeEllMNOP told us how to act.


We did something else.

 

[AceDesSpades]

And acted so accordingly, but not on stage with less-than-adults...

 

[Wat_Tyler]

The Flung Fecal Matter is so second grade.


Nothing attractive, no solutions, just the ad hominem hash browns.


May they drive their lithium batt'rehs in the rain . . . .

 

[AceDesSpades]

Flung Flew Fecal Master

The board is rife and resplendent in them...

*drunk curly bill begins shooting up sky*

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Good thing we got two guns, one for each of him.


Them.


Bill ate that shotgun blast right smart, he did.

 

[AceDesSpades]

And for for if she steps between them...

A hidden one-shot derringer.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I settle for one gun these days with 13 rounds and an emphasis on shot placement.


Besides, a handgun is really best for fightin' yer way back to yer rifle.

 

[AceDesSpades]

Nothing much gets between me and the AK.

Pistols just look too small and powerless in my hands and in a moment like that, you need to be taken seriously...

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I wanna shoot mah neu semi-auto drum-fed shottie.

 

[AceDesSpades]

Trees need taken out behind the woodshed...

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I need to lose a tree Back East, but I no longer care and it won't be my tree this time next year.


Out West? I can grease a tree. Or three.

 

[AceDesSpades]

A tree reprieve: The Pardon Tree

Is there room for a Hunter blind?

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Not really.


More like the Can't-Be-Arsed Tree.


Kinda like talkin' to trolls . . . .


More pigs!!!

 

[AceDesSpades]

As long as Bambi pays the price.