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I think she's right! They should place those deer crossings away from heavy traffic areas. Across from my driveway would be a great place, but nobody asked me. 
BTW, there's a follow-up where she calls in and apologizes for being so dense. Apparently somebody clued her in and she thanked the radio hosts for being so polite with her.
And yeah, there's a lot dumber than that out there, and they do vote and reproduce. But so do I!
BTW, there's a follow-up where she calls in and apologizes for being so dense. Apparently somebody clued her in and she thanked the radio hosts for being so polite with her.
And yeah, there's a lot dumber than that out there, and they do vote and reproduce. But so do I!
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Haha, what a knucklehead!!! Did you hear about the blond driving to Disney land?, as she got closer to her destination, the road sign read "Disney land left"............She turned around and drove home!
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Well, there is a maple leaf on those boxes, and paper is made of trees, so if he picked his feet up, *technically*, he's in a tree stand. A highly processed tree stand. Only problem I see is that as he empties the containers, the available seating area gets smaller. At some point, he'll fall off.
Unrelated story -
Long ago, my grandpa took me deer hunting. We staked out a clearing where there was a spring, and he sat on a stump, with his 30-06, and we waited. Quietly.
A squirrel kept chattering, scolding, dropping stuff on us. All morning long. Every time an acorn or walnut would bounce off his bald head, pappy would curse quietly and take a sip from his flask. Finally, he had had enough.
That squirrel dropped a green walnut on his head, and he swung up the rifle, took bleary, double-vision aim, and fired. The resulting recoil knocked him off the stump, into the mud. Dropped a dang expensive rifle and scope in a puddle. The squirrel got the scare of it's life, and I about laughed myself into a hernia. He didn't seem to think it was too funny.... I can still remember a blue haze hanging around him all day, from all the profanity. Guess that's where I learned some of my choice sayings.
This is the same grandpa that gave me scrap wood, a hammer, and a box of nails and said 'Build something.' Then laughed at 6 year old me when I mashed my thumb with a hammer and said, "Stupid hurts, don't it? Bet you won't do it again!" As much as I disliked that man (he was a drunk, a cheat, and generally not nice), I do have some fond memories of the time I spent with him. He taught me to fish, a respect for gorgeous, precision hand-crafted woodwork (he was a wooden-hull boat builder), and the necessity of sharp, sharp, sharp tools.
On the original post, I can feel everybody's pain on that lady's (lack of) intelligence. There's a few people I know, that I think, "How do you find you way home at the end of the day?"
Unrelated story -
Long ago, my grandpa took me deer hunting. We staked out a clearing where there was a spring, and he sat on a stump, with his 30-06, and we waited. Quietly.
A squirrel kept chattering, scolding, dropping stuff on us. All morning long. Every time an acorn or walnut would bounce off his bald head, pappy would curse quietly and take a sip from his flask. Finally, he had had enough.
That squirrel dropped a green walnut on his head, and he swung up the rifle, took bleary, double-vision aim, and fired. The resulting recoil knocked him off the stump, into the mud. Dropped a dang expensive rifle and scope in a puddle. The squirrel got the scare of it's life, and I about laughed myself into a hernia. He didn't seem to think it was too funny.... I can still remember a blue haze hanging around him all day, from all the profanity. Guess that's where I learned some of my choice sayings.
This is the same grandpa that gave me scrap wood, a hammer, and a box of nails and said 'Build something.' Then laughed at 6 year old me when I mashed my thumb with a hammer and said, "Stupid hurts, don't it? Bet you won't do it again!" As much as I disliked that man (he was a drunk, a cheat, and generally not nice), I do have some fond memories of the time I spent with him. He taught me to fish, a respect for gorgeous, precision hand-crafted woodwork (he was a wooden-hull boat builder), and the necessity of sharp, sharp, sharp tools.
On the original post, I can feel everybody's pain on that lady's (lack of) intelligence. There's a few people I know, that I think, "How do you find you way home at the end of the day?"
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That picture gives new meaning to "The Crossing Guard" .
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Original post reminds me of back in high school. I convinced a girlfriend of mine that it was safe to "be with me".
I told her: "It's OK. There's no way I could get you pregnant sweetheart. I'm sterile...I inherited it from my Father."
I told her: "It's OK. There's no way I could get you pregnant sweetheart. I'm sterile...I inherited it from my Father."