Can't hunt. Felony. Just travellin' thru big c..., er, rooster country.
Going hunting tomorrow. Plankinton. Die you dastardly birds, die....
BobFollowed your adventure in the paper. I'd be lookin for a battleground too - was I you.What the hell does smokin a joint have to do with poppin a couple pheasants?Strange Daze.
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