Sitting around the bunkhouse telling stories, Lord Kadizzle had a brain storm. Why not have Spindly measure him up for a suit or some nice clothes. Spindly used to have his own high class men's store, and still dabbles in clothing. Sitting in at the breakfast table Spindly started sizing up Kadizzle like he was buying a hog, then Spindly spit it out. Looks like you would need a size 48 portly short. Now to tell your host he is a Portly Short is unacceptable, unless he is one.
Then old Spindly recollected the last time we were here at the bunkhouse. All the hunters went down to the sorrowful combination gas station and breakfast hole, plus small grocery. While we were eating breakfast, a big old woman about an axe handle across the ass, smoking a cigarette, came in the store. The store owner was indignant about the woman smoking and yelled at her "YOU CAN'T SMOKE IN HERE". As the lady ran out of the store Lord Kadizzle yelled at her, "AND WE DON'T ALLOW FARTING EITHER". The poor woman stood outside and smoked her weed. Recalling that story brought on a good belly laugh to start today's hunt. Now tonight the hunt will end with the traditional prime rib.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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