This is why we had all the grandkids and their mom and her mom out yesterday, to spend time with the chickens and bunnies:
Yankee: “Oh my! What’s that? Is that a coyote?”
Nate: “No. No that’s a deer.”
Yankee: “Is that safe?”
Nate: “Ma’am… that’s supper.”
That went on for literally 2 hours. We could not get away from this moron. But the best… the best was her 12 year old son… See… he started yapping about rocks… special rocks… deep down under the ground… and there was all this heat down there… and after about 300 years of that heat under the ground… these special rocks became….
Bacon.
As Tim May would say, the dieoff will be glorious.
Now excuse me while I go mine some bacon.
December 4, 2007 at 12:59 pm |
Har! You should enjoy this.
December 4, 2007 at 6:41 pm |
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