Yes, my mom gave my dad a gun for Christmas. Both my parents decided that it was time to rid our country home of bothersome pests (pests of the animal kind of course). As can be seen below, we all had to try it out (if only to get pictures of ourselves looking stealthy and dangerous).
Dale says these pictures make it appear as though the country is finally turning us into hicks but I don’t think so.
Well, I don’t have no more time to waste on this newfangled typin’ machinery. Gotta go watch me some Nascar and cry to the song “Christmas Shoes.”
1 comment:
Oh good, you got the pictures to work!
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