Really?
No?
Yes?
My husband came home with a deer. This isn't the gross thing, by the way. They came home early (4am) this morning. One deer, three hunters. Dirty clothes, stinky people.
Look at that tongue--isn't that gross?
Somehow my husband has managed to get out of cutting up the deer. HE gets to go to Florida, to a transmission convention. At Disney World. Excuse me while I go kick his hiney.
3 comments:
Ewwwwwwww... that IS gross!!! :)
Yummm, deer sausage!
Bleah
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