Its not a mule deer but it weighs about as much. Beats the hell out of finals.
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I want to shoot some birds other than at bad drivers during rush hour. When are we going next year?
Sam, I hate you. Not because you have more birds than I've ever shot in my entire life and not because your beard pales my beard. It's because I simply don't like you. You smell. You think you're smart when you say words like esophogus and cloaicialneuromycota. The fact is you're not. You just know big words and what they mean and how they interrelate to the meaning of life and how to put them into fancy sentences. I'm not impressed. Nor will I ever be. I will say that you are pretty cool when you drink. Let's go hunting and then drink (not necessarily in that order) and talk this over. I'll buy.
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