The things Griffin Barber thinks about when he's thinking, which is not necessarily often. And they are my thoughts and opinions, not, in any way, those of the Department I work for.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Hunting, after the Apocolypse
When we got out of the shelter, after the bombs stopped fallin, we found things were bad, real bad. There were new critters running around. Some of the old critters had changed. This one got Bob an' three a our dogs afore we could end 'im. Took a full clip o .223, the big bastard. Don't let the fuzzy tail fool you, he's got nasty, pointy teef, more'n I do, as a matter o fact.
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Mutant Squirrels,
Rednecks,
The bombs
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Heh, speaking of rednecks and Twilight:2000/2013, I always got a kick out of the Airlords of the Ozarks adventure since it was set where I lived, even if it was pretty obvious that the author hadn't spent any real time here :-P
ReplyDeleteHuh, the pic makes me think of a captain Morgan commercial...
ReplyDeleteSpot on. I was thinking of doing several different captions for it.
ReplyDeleteSome comments from the guys at work:
ReplyDelete"Is that some kind of bear?"
"That a lion?"
"I'm not a hunter."
Few got it right off. To be fair, they are older gents with eyesight issues.