Originally Posted by bendog
My wife's old boss took a trip to Alaska to shoot a bear. Frigging big thing he had stuffed in his office. My daughter used to play with it's hind claws. Thing stood like 8 feet.
Thinking of which, Mrs Dog is FIFTY years old today. FIFTY!!! I'm taking her and Little Girl Dog out to a local dive for burgers and beer and fries and some pool, after which we'll go home and play monopoly. How the hell can I be married to a woman who'd Fifty. But, since she doesn't work anymore, to divorce her, the only way I could make the support payments would be to kill myself for my life insurance. I understand the buffalo's pt of view. I'll order her hamburger 'extra' rare.
with bacon and double cheese. MMMMM double cheese alllghhhh, and some nutria.