Nigger I've been to the past and I seen cavemen eating wedge salad with the Danish blue cheese and farm to table ethnically raised bacon crumbles. Stop tripping.
Still waiting for that book you were going to write. Will buy the first edition.
Lol
hunting lettuce isn't anything to write home about.
hunting stories you can retell
There was the deer.
It was either eat, or starve.
And we had to eat.
It was before the word wife came into existence. Before we knew about duty.
Before we knew that sex caused childbirth.
But I knew, I knew, I had to take care of her. And I knew, before I knew he was my Son, i had to take care of him.
Feed him.
So I ran after the deer. And it kept running.
It was faster, but I had endurance with me.
So long, it lasted. Until it tired.
And then I killed it
Sounds like AOU’s crotch
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