My evil brother Paul, deer murderer and crooked lawyer, called yesterday and told me about this great dream he had. He was a buffalo hunter with millions of them milling around in front of him as he shot his Sharps rifle until the barrel melted down.
The only bad part of the dream was that his gun misfired on the very last buffalo and he got away. The best part of the dream was that he found himself standing on a mountain of buffalo skulls laughing....
1 comment:
Your brother my have subconsciencely wished to miss the last one. Heck he'll need to hunt something in his next dream.
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