Dovey, Dove, Dovealicious.
Where oh where are you tonight? Why did you leave me here with no guns? I searched the world over and landed in Chi-town, but there are no doves here, no guns and no fun.
Kansas Dove Season Opens September 1st. Needless to say, I will not be blasting the hell out of the little fuckers for yet another year. Maybe I'll get lucky and my bus will hit a pigeon on the way to work Monday -- just something to tide me over until pheasant season.
I have a beautiful wife, a perfect baby girl and a big fucking new house, but if I don't get to go dove hunting next year, I'm calling it a wash. Seriously, only hunting 3 or 4 days a year is no way to live.
P.S. I used the phrase "It's nut-cutting time" yesterday on a call. Highlight of my legal career so far.
posted by White Hat Black Hat at 10:54 PM
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Probably should consider shooting yourself in light of your 213 year old, dementia ridden candidate picked Palin. Good luck with that pick, grandpa.
"nut-cutting time." Seriously?
Interesting how you were able to call on all those years of working cattle to describe the next step in a project.
If I had heard you say that, though, I would've definitely laughed outloud.
Love you, Sis
P.S. Feeling much better this week. No need to keep up the salt/baking powder/water routine. Sudafed is for wimps.
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