Hunting Blog

I went hunting with Dick Cheney and all I got was this lousy gunshot wound.

Ok, so that's old news. You know what is new news....blogger has lost my fucking post twice now. ARG!!!!! What the hell. It was about a fish. What is so wrong with a fish. He's not a terrorist - he lacks ambition. He won't even go to the top of the tank to eat. He's a total snowboarder slacker fish.

Michael thinks it was because of my mention of Mr. Lasso. Well, I will not tell you that Mr. Lasso runs a dry cleaning business in Poughkipsey and is a CIA operati....D'oh! Uh, I mean, he does a really good job with white dress shirts. Yeah, dress shirts. He breaks their necks...I mean, really knows how to press them out. Wait, no, uh, he's really good with my delicates. Yeah, delicates. Wait, he runs the jewish deli over on Pico, the one I always meant to go to. Aw fuck. He's gonna have to drop some plates on my ass now.

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