Sunday, December 30, 2007

Mini Dutch Ovens

I got up this mornin' to go huntin' with my boyfriend, put on my coveralls and let out a fart.
That sun of a bitch lingered like an uninvited party guest . I accidentally gave myself a mini dutch oven and felt like I smelled like farts all day.
Aside from that, today was in fact my first time to go hunting with THIS particular boyfriend. (If I smelled like stewed toots, nobody said anything.)
We didn't see a single deer all day (except for the one that ran by the camp house while we were eating), but we had fun running dogs and mud riding. Some of the men from his huntin' club brought their little boys along and they are just hilarious to watch. One of the little boys thought I was the most amazing woman he'd ever met, simply because I carried a knife AND candy in my pocket. It almost made me want to have one. Except... I prefer my vagina nonstretched and my tits at their current elevation.

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