Gracefully Graceless!
While doing research on the subject of “Accident-Proneness”, I was surprised to find that no one has yet to put a name on it, nor can they define it satisfactorily to be an acceptable medical condition.
What prompted me to look into this subject matter was that I met a young lady named “Grace” that could give me a run for the money when it comes to being accident prone! She’s a sweet young lady with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.
Grace’s smile however, unwittingly hides the danger signs to other humans that your life could be in danger, even though she swears that no one other than herself has ever been injured while being in her presence!
Umm… sorry honey I distinctly remember you slamming a car door on one of your friend’s hands, then seeing her fingers wriggling through the glass as her plea for help progressively got louder and louder until you unlocked the door so I could free her from your trap!
Yeah… all that!
At first I thought it was just a coincidence when I witnessed Grace pulling the hot cherry off her cigarette between her fingers causing third degree burns, not once, not twice, but three times!
It didn’t take me very long to conclude that maybe she was telling the truth about her “gracelessness”. I’ve since learned to follow her down a flight of stairs, that way she won’t take me out when she performs her daily skidding down the stairs on her ass!
She must have a tailbone made of steel, or one hell of a chiropractor bill! Oh wait there’s more! It seems that while carrying a tray full of crystal, the other day, she tripped over something that she swears wasn’t there earlier, falling face first to the floor!
“THUMP-OOF-CRASH-TINKLE-TINKLE!”
As bystanders tried to catch her, and the crystal, they got a good show when her short skirt came up to her waist revealing her thonged ass for all to see! Whoohoo!
Damn it, I always miss the good ones!
I swear she can trip over air!
I was hoping to find some preventative measures to help my poor little friend to avoid these graceless interludes. But to my dismay there wasn’t anything that can really describe this phenomenon as a simple condition that can be prevented or cured.
The reasons why certain people, myself included, have a tendency to inadvertently cause injury to themselves doing normal things on a normal day and end up with burns, missing appendages, broken bones, cuts and bruises, varies so much that it can’t be pinpointed!
So for now Grace will have to add a severely bruised and scraped knee to her trophy list of injuries from the stupid things that happen to her! Her list is too long to include here, but trust me she’s catching up to me fast!
I have her beat so far though with a missing finger tip, broken pinky finger, dent in my skull and a broken knee cap, and I still hold the record for walking into telephone poles!
Yeah… bring it on lady! Hah!
Since only 1 in 29 people can claim to be as uncoordinated, that makes us… SPECIAL!
~Snarp
www.snarpfarkle.com
Camping… What A Life!
This article is being brought to you from my Top Secret hide-a-way, “Camp Shush”, deep within the hills of Pennsylvania. “Camp Shush”, so named because I’m not allowed to tell anyone where it’s located.
Why? Because it’s a secret getaway for a handful of real humans in which neither they nor I want a bunch of squatters coming up here and leaving all kinds of trash, bitchy ex-wives or unruly kids behind!
Yeah… nothing more irritating than getting to a campsite after a long drive then having to pick up someone else’s trash before you can even set up camp!
Well… having to transport their left-behind bitchy ex-wives or unruly kids back to civilization; hmm… THAT’S pretty irritating!
“YACKITY-YACK-BOO-HOO-YACKITY-YACK”, sheesh no wonder they’re always left behind!
Anyways, let’s go over some camping etiquette to make your next camping expedition more enjoyable.
1. Never forget to take an extra supply of female hormone patches when going camping.
If she forgets to change it, quickly snatch one up and slap it on her forehead, run away, drink more beer!
Immediately don your SnarpFarkle “Don’t PMS On Me!” tee-shirt and have your SnarpFarkle “Triple-Dose-Anti-PMSer-Opiate-Spray” on hand in case of a sneak attack! Drink more beer!
2. DO NOT throw rocks at garbage eating bears! Seems they don’t take too kindly to that… huh, didn’t know that!
3. If you need to force a smelly drunken friend to take a shower, during camp week, it’s apparently okay to trip him on the path to the shower filleting his knees and elbows like a perch!
If he complains about the pain make him drink more beer! That’ll teach him to stink!
4. Beware of tobacco smoking slugs!
Yeah it seems the little nasty slime coated buggers like to rest on your pipe stem or the filters of cigarettes.
Since they are the same color as the filter paper they will end up in your mouth and what a rush that is! Almost like eating someone else’s snot balls!
DON’T THINK ABOUT IT!
SPIT IT OUT IMEDIATELY!
DRINK MORE BEER!
5. Never say “NO” if the hung-over camp cook wants to put baked beans on your morning ham and cheese omelet!
He just might trip you on the way to your next shower! Once is enough, just drink more Bloody Mary’s to wash it down!
6. If you’re over 40 don’t hesitate to bring a gasoline powered hydraulic wood splitter!
Nothing like the feeling of ripping muscles and tendons to remind you of how old you really are! In this case stop what you are doing and drink more beer!
7. When putting two fat boys on a 4 wheeler going to the local pub and you start to smell burning rubber… yes your tire is rubbing on the exhaust and is on fire!
Camping is supposed to be a fun, relaxing, and enjoyable experience… not necessarily in that order, but if your camping experience doesn’t contain these three elements then you’re doing it all wrong! Bring more BEER!
~Snarp
www.snarpfarkle.com
Oh Say Can You See…
My fellow Americans… as we quickly approach the 4th of July I ran across some rather disturbing news.
It seems that in certain parts of the country, including some of our neighboring communities, someone has decided not to put on a fireworks display this year!
Citing the costs to put on a fireworks display, in these turbulent times, just isn’t in the books! What the…
GET SOME NEW BOOKS!
Firstly you made it illegal for them to send rockets into the air…
Secondly you made it illegal for them to blow things up…
Now you’re saying you won’t send rockets into the air or blow them up for them?
This is unacceptable!
Think of all the disappointed little kiddies that were waiting all year for this day in anticipation of visualizing their annoying little brother or sister being strapped to one of those rockets!
Yeah smarty pants now what will they do? They’ve waited for a year to have that one moment when no one will know their secret affection for fireworks!
They’ve put up with the adolescence name calling, shin kicking, hair pulling, arm biting, and waking up countless mornings with spit balls all over their faces… and for what?
Yeah… that one moment when they can picture these little imps soaring into the air kicking and screaming as they pull away from earth toward their impending doom!
“AHHHHHHH I’M SORRY SALLY SUE!”
“BYE BYE JUNIOR, I’LL MISS YOU!”
Poor little Sally Sue won’t be gleefully jumping for joy at the rockets explosion as she secretly surmises her little tormentor suddenly being blown into tiny little colorful sparkling flakes of burnt paper!
Nor will she experience the rush of anxiety release when the second rocket blasts off with little Junior attached again, just in case there was anything left of him!
Then there’s the Grand Finally, when in poor little Sally Sue’s mind she could see all of her tormenting, classmates, parents, teachers, and Mrs. Schmukminders little ankle biting poodle go soaring off into oblivion, but she won’t get to see that this year, why?
BECAUSE THERE WON’T BE ANY FIREWORKS!
No, my fellow Americans, she’ll be sitting on the curb in front of her house, on the 4th of July, elbows propped on her knees, head in her hands, wondering how she will endure yet another year of endless impish attacks!
Oh say can you see the errors in your actions; can you see what you’ve done to one of your future voters? Now multiply this by thousands of little Sally Sue’s across the country and what do you have?
Thousands of hateful bitchy neurotic divorced alcoholic unemployed overweight ugly high school dropouts bleeding the system for food stamps, health care, social security, and rent!
Seems to me that it would be cheaper to have a fireworks display once a year!
So congratulations to all those responsible for screwing up the future of our society even more!
You get the Snarp Farkle Assbag Award this year!
~Snarp
www.snarpfarkle.com
Brains…Who Needs Them?
Have you ever had someone say to you:
“If you had any brains… you’d be dangerous!”
Yeah me too! Thousands of times!
This often happens to me when I purposely cause a distraction to a rather boring conversation.
I would usually do this by crossing my eyes or putting my finger up my nose, something… anything to get this person to stop talking!
Or when after listening for over an hour of boring instructions on how to do something that I really don’t want to do anyway, I do it all wrong!
This used to happen whenever I was starting a new job which I didn’t want to take, that I wasn’t suited for, but had to take so I could get a paycheck.
Yeah… you’ve been there!
Your brain isn’t even able to comprehend what this robot is trying to tell you, it’s thinking of finding a way to get the hell out of there and find something else!
But the last time I was told this by someone, I decided to descend to the deepest crevices of my cavernous mind to find the true meaning to this often bewildering verbiage attack.
I mean what are they implying? If I didn’t have a brain I wouldn’t be able to stand there let alone listen to them flapping their lips! They’re not fooling me you need a brain to make both of those functions work!
So what is it that they are trying to say?
Perhaps they’re implying that I don’t have a mind, but then again it should be obvious that I do or I wouldn’t be able to think of all the ways I can get them to shut up! It takes a mind to do that!
No my friends… they are not implying that we don’t have a mass of grey matter floating about in our cranial cavities, they are, however, implying that this grey matter must be malfunctioning!
And they would be correct since they in fact caused the malfunction with their boring conversations or unwanted instructions to begin with!
What it really is, I think, is a direct reaction to their inability to carry on a conversation with, or give intelligent instructions to, someone that has a superior mind!
Their frustration takes over and they just blurt out this purposely vulgar attack on your superior intellect to compensate for, and draw your attention away from, their inability to keep control of the conversation, thus control over you!
Sure it would be nicer for them to say, ”Your grey matter must be malfunctioning!”, but then you’d lose out on all intellectual benefits they’ve just handed to you!
Hmm… “Snarp are you saying this really isn’t an insult?”
BINGO!! You got it! They’ve just complemented your superior intellect, you should immediately thank them and say, “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!”, thus throwing them into an intellectual tailspin!
~Snarp
www.snarpfarkle.com
The Name Game…
Throughout mankind’s existence on this planet, (that would be Earth), many questions arise as to the meaning of life. Most of them can be broken down into six main questions.
Sooner or later we will all find ourselves faced with the wonderment of what we are suppose to accomplish with our lives, and in the very short time we seem to have to get it all done.
Eventually we will all have to deal with these six questions in order to have a deeper understanding of ourselves, and to make some changes, if need be, to insure we leave a decent legacy for those who care, or dare to follow in our footsteps.
The Six Questions are:
1. What is life all about?
2. Why am I here?
3. What am I suppose to do here?
4. Is there really someone out there listening?
5. Can I have some help please?
6. What the hell is a Snarp, and why does it have to be Farkled?”
Hah… had you worried there for a moment didn’t I? You thought I went and got all intelligent huh?
Well I may not be able to give you satisfactory answers to the first five questions of life; I can however shed some light on the sixth one!
First of all Snarp is a name not a thing. Yeah I had some guy ask me if a Snarp was some kind of fish, like smelt! And if Farkled meant something like pickled! Pickled Smelt? How in hell do you get Pickled Smelt out of Snarp Farkle?
However I have been known to get pickled at various pub locations… and weddings… and wakes… umm… okay on Columbus Day, St. Patrick’s Day, New Years, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day, Halloween, and a whole host of other occasions.
Ahem… anyways it’s not “Farkle(d)” its Farkle. It’s “Snarp-Farkle”. How hard can it be to say that? I had some lady point in my direction one day and ask her husband “Look honey, isn’t that the fellow who writes that “Snap” article?”
What the…? SNAP? I don’t write about SNAPS! Hell I can’t even snap my fingers! I have no interest in snaps so why would I write about them?
No lady it’s Snarp, Snarp Farkle sheesh! All writers pick a name to write by; I picked Snarp, Snarp Farkle way back in the 90’s. I thought it would be easy to remember, for me at least!
No one has a hard time remembering writer’s names like Steven Spielberg, Gene Roddenberry, or Nora Roberts. Yes, yes I know I have absolutely nothing in common with these famous writers who rake in millions each year, but perhaps I can level the playing field a little…
Come hell or high water I’m going to officially launch SnarpFarkle.com on June 2nd! Yeah, why should I settle for only reaching and corrupting a few thousand unsuspecting minds when I can interrupt the thought patterns of millions? Brilliant!
It’s been months in the making and is still in pieces scattered about on the caverns floor, but by the time you read this article you should be able to log on to a “launch countdown page” and get the scoop on where your brain will be going for the foreseeable future.
Just log on to www.SnarpFarkle.com and hold on to your brain!
Good Luck with that!
~ Snap… damn it I mean ~Snarp
Oh You Little Mother…
This article appeared in the
North Coast Voice Magazine:
Vol.9 – Issue 8 • May 6 – May 20, 2009
Well it’s that time again; no I’m not going into my rant about spring cleaning again, even though I DO seem to have accumulated as much, if not more stuff than I got RID of last year! It’s kind of creepy… it’s like it just appears every spring and then we have to deal with it all over again!
No, I’m referring to Mother’s Day and lucky for you I’m forewarning you now so you can get out there and do whatever it is you’re supposed to do for your mother. And you better do it right or she’ll send you strait to your room!
It was sad when my neighbor told me that his mother died over the winter. I said “Wow… did she hate winter that much?” He just looked at me as if I was some kind of an idiot, then smiled and said “You’re and idiot!” (I get that a lot!) “But Mom would have liked you.”
Now I realize that not everybody’s mother is still living. So you’re going to have to improvise… I’ll rent you mine for $10! Hey for another $5 I’ll throw in my Pops too! They’re a HOOT!
Now last year my Mother warned me never to write an article that included her. So being the good son that I am guess what I’m doing!
That’s right MOM, not only did I include you in this article, I even wrote you a song! Feel free to sing this to your mom wherever she is!
Think of the “Smothers Brothers” on “Laugh In” when singing this!
Ok,Everybody Lets Sing!
The chorus:
Boom-pa Boom-pa-Boom-pa-Boom-pa…
Oh you little mother,
You’re only three feet tall,
You’re not like any other,
As you waddle down the hall!
You think that you can spank me,
You think that you’re so tough,
Someday you will thank me,
For all this crazy stuff!
First verse:
Boom-pa Boom-pa-Boom-pa-Boom-pa…
I’m a big boy now you darling,
And I don’t want you to fret,
When I wake up in the morning,
My bed’s no longer wet!
I no longer have to go to school,
So leave my ears alone,
You may think that it’s so cool,
To twist them to the bone!
Oh you little mother,
You’re only three feet tall,
You’re not like any other,
As you waddle down the hall!
You think that you can spank me,
You think that you’re so tough,
Someday you will thank me,
For all this crazy stuff!
Second verse:
Boom-pa Boom-pa-Boom-pa-Boom-pa…
I wish you still baked cookies,
I wish you still baked bread,
I glad you shaved your goatee,
But not about your head!
No longer can you chase me,
No longer can you strut,
Slower than a snail you be,
No taller than my butt!
Oh you little mother,
You’re only three feet tall,
You’re not like any other,
As you waddle down the hall!
You think that you can spank me,
You think that you’re so tough,
Someday you will thank me,
For all this crazy stuff!
Just brings a tear to my eye!
Happy Mother’s Day to all you little Mothers!
~ Snarp
Don’t PMS On Me!
VOICE 2-18
Ever find yourself in a place you really don’t want to be yet because of necessity you must venture into? No ladies I’m not talking about the PMS week, when in one of your blinding menstrual headaches, you accidently walked into a men’s room to get a tampon out of a tampon machine and ended up with a Super Jumbo Ribbed Neon Green Sour Apple Flavored Condom!
I’m sure that would be a rather embarrassing moment, if not for you then perhaps for the poor terrorized sap standing at the urinal, and upon hearing the familiar shrieks of menstrual cussing, pees on his shoes!
It is not the condom machines fault and no matter how many head butted dents you put in it, it’s not going to give you a tampon, so get over it and get the hell out of there! Yeah… all that!
You ladies don’t know what it’s like for us guys to walk into a room with a PMSer on the loose! It’s during that PMS week that we don’t need finger nail clippers because we chew them off in shear horror that we may say something wrong like: “You look beautiful today honey”!
Or if we accidently raise an eyebrow when you accuse us of eating at McDonalds so we wouldn’t have room for the garlic stuffed corn cobs with green onion and ricotta cheese cream sauce dinner that you spent hours preparing for us!
Honest ladies we just don’t like garlic stuffed corn cobs with or without green onion and ricotta cheese cream sauce! That’s just yucky!
Really we’re starving; we raised the eyebrow because we just spent 30 minutes in a store… on the phone… with you, promising to bring you a case of tampons, three large bottles of Midol, not the small bottles…
“for god’s sake not the small bottles”!
If we get the small bottles we may lose a finger before we can frantically get all the lids open and poor them down your gullet for one lousy hour of blissful peace and quiet!
And while we’re on the subject, we don’t appreciate it when you bite the heads off of the roses we bring you during PMS week; they really are for you and not “Flusie Susie” down the street.
Yes we did say she doesn’t even like roses, but it’s not because we are having sex with her, it’s because we over heard the terrorizing menstrual shrieks coming out of HER house when her boyfriend brought her roses instead of daisies… this month!
He should have known roses gave her hives last month… who was he thinking about… Sinning Cindy up the street? Yada-yada-yada-uncaring-bli-bla-bli-bla-how could you yackity-yac-boo-hoo-hoo! Sheesh!
Wouldn’t it be great guys if there was a machine that we could put a couple of bucks into for a small canister of “Triple-Dose-Anti-PMSer-Opiate-Spray”!
That way during our week of horror all we would have to do is give three quick sprays in the direction of any attacking PMSer, thwarting the attack, and then just sit and watch them drool for an hour! Hey it would end their pain and what fun!
So for all the Valentines that have come and gone in my life, do you now see how much I loved you? Heh-heh! Don’t PMS on me!
~ Snarp
Why Do You Ask?
Before I get started, I promised someone that I would clarify my references in the last couple of issues relating to the “Jesus Obama Road Show”.
“Why” you ask?
I can see where some of you would think that I was slamming your newly elected president, but if you had paid attention you would see that I was really slamming the “Jesus Obama Fanatics”!
If you missed that point then I suggest you reread them. Ok so maybe there was one reference to the new president being a moron by Probabilius the Psychotic Psychic.
“Why” you ask?
Because if you think about it, anyone who wants a thankless job that will make the whole world, your wife and children hate you and take twenty years off your life in less than four, has to be a moron!
Well… at least we know that the job CAN be done by a moron, as is evident in the last eight year puppet show we’ve had to endure.
Maybe President Obama isn’t a moron. Maybe he really does want to make a difference. Maybe he really will make a difference, but I guarantee you that the Jesus Obama Fanatics will begin to hate him before his third year ends.
“Why” you ask?
Well that will be about the time they figure out that he really can’t turn bottled water into Mad Dog (wine)… bummer.
He really can’t raise the dead… economy… bummer, and he really can’t fulfill even a few if any of his campaign promises… yet another bummer.
“Why” you ask?
Stop asking me that question; I want to get off this subject for crying out loud! Heh, heh Okay here’s how I see it.
Point number one: He can’t turn water into wine because… well because he really isn’t Jesus! You heard me right, he is NOT Jesus nor is he likely to become Jesus in his first three years in office.
That’ll piss off the Jesus Obama Fanatics for sure! Their hopes for a Jesus Obama Tee Shirt and a Jesus Obama Coffee Mug full of Jesus Obama Mad Dog Nog in every home for Obamass 2011… err, um I mean Christmas 2011, will be shattered!
Point number two: He can’t raise the dead… economy by his third year in office because the Jesus Obama Fanatics will have avoided paying billions in taxes by having their Jesus Obama Coffee Mugs, Tee Shirts and gallons of Mad Dog Nog manufactured in some other country feeding THEIR economy while continuing to drain ours!
Bastards!
Point number three: He can’t fulfill even a few if any of his campaign promises because… duh, none of them ever have been able to!
By the time those creepy fanatics get to this point they will have realized that plans for delivery of the boat load of Jesus Obama Look Alike Marshmallow Peeps will now be a complete waste of time, and all hopes to exploit Obeaster 20012 will be in vain! Umm… oh… I mean Easter 2012!
~ Snarp
Tis The Season!
Merry Holiday Happy Ho-Ho’s to you and that’s as far as I go with the mushy stuff for this holiday season, so enjoy it!
During the next couple of weeks you will most likely be exposed to all sorts of holiday traditions. Most of these are very time consuming and it’s your job to find a way to do it all. There are some things you can do to use your time wisely.
Since you know it’s coming ahead of time, “Mushy Head Season” will suck a lot of time from your busy schedule; so you need to prepare to deal with it properly!
Mushy Heads come out of the woodwork this time of year. They always seem to sneak up on you during the holidays and pull some hideous act of kindness on you leaving you defenseless, and vulnerable to whatever else they may have in store for you.
Some of them are really greedy with your time, like the gabby type Mushy Head that brings you a plateful of your favorite cookies for instance.
Once under this type of Mushy Head spell you’re obligated to sit and try to decipher several minutes of Mushy Head gobblety-goop until they finally get to the punch line, “I just thought I’d stop by and do this for you”!
It’s a Mushy Head ploy, you see, because they know that you will not be able to refuse to listen to them for at least 10 minutes at a time! You, not wanting to be rude, are waiting for the punch line… and they know you are!
If they can get away with the first ten minutes then they quickly shoot for another ten, and then another, and then another until they’ve used up all the other mushy head’s time slots! That’s just greedy!
One thing you can do is to eat all of the cookies as fast as you can so the connection is lost and they have no reason to believe that you are still obligated to listen to them any longer.
Just do the “Cookie Monster” thing flinging cookie crumbs in all directions. This will cause the Mushy Head to pause long enough for you to make your escape, but you only have a few seconds so use your time wisely!
Hopefully for you the cookies at least taste good but for god’s sake do not under any circumstances say “MMM-M those are good cookies”, even if they are!
This will bring about at least another ten minutes of how their great-great-grandmother’s-second cousin’s-sister’s-great aunt Mable passed that recipe down from the 1800’s, bla-bli-bla-bli-bla-bla-bla.
See how that works? Mushy Heads are not bad people mind you. On the contrary they are usually very gentle and thoughtful human beings. That being said you can’t be mean or rude to one or they’ll start bawling which just adds to the time they need from you to get to the punch line, “I just thought I’d stop by and do this for you”.
Whatever type of Mushy Head you run into this season you are much better off trying to figure out how to get them to the punch line as quickly as possible without making them cry, or else risk becoming mushy yourself and end up riding around in the back seat of their minivan delivering cookies!
If you find yourself doing that, look me up, I’m running a little low, just make it quick!
~ Snarp
Ready… Aim… Run Away!
My buddy Brutus and his twin brother Crutus have been telling us all kinds of “deer fish stories” on how they just missed the “BIG ONE” by inches!
Hmmm… maybe they’re lying to us and have really bagged a couple dozen of the pointy headed critters and been hoarding all the venison for themselves, leaving the rest of us to continue to choke down all the concocted leftover thanksgiving turkey crap!
Jimmy Jingles thinks that they may have perfected the “O’Hearn’s Deer Roping Technique”! This is a true story by the way so keep that in mind as I tell you how it works.
It seems that Ole Chucky O’Hearn got this bright idea that he could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it corn for a couple of weeks to fatten it up, then kill it and eat it.
He figured since the deer on his farm allow him to get about 4 feet away without bolting, it shouldn’t be too difficult to rope one, throw a bag over its head to calm it down, hog tie it and then transport it home.
So he gets his gear together and sets out. When he approaches the spot of “deer encounter”, there are three deer just waiting for this wondrous adventure to begin. He steps forward picks one out and tosses the rope around its head.
The deer just stares at him as he tied the other end of the rope around his waist. He then decides to tug on the rope a bit to tighten it around the deer’s neck.
At this point the deer turns into a satanic beast and took off across the field with Chucky in tow! For the next 10 minutes it bucked and twisted and dragged poor Chucky all over the farm, only slowing occasionally when Chucky’s head would find a rock!
The beast finally stops and is tired enough for Chucky to try to get close and get the rope off of its neck and end this lovely adventure. Face bloodied from a big gash on his forehead and several lumps and bruises from the rocks and brush he’d been dragged through, Chucky reaches up with his left hand to loosen the rope.
The winded beast was only pretending to be tired you see, as soon as Chucky’s arm got within range it latched on to his wrist and proceeded to show him its impression of a Pitt Bull!
Being 10% smarter than the deer, well maybe 3%, he lets the evil critter continue to chew on his left arm as he reaches up with his right hand and removes the rope.
Now free from the rope instead of bouncing away and returning to a mild little Bambi like creature, this hellish beast rears up to show poor Chucky its impression of a pissed off horse!
Screaming like a little girl, Chucky turns to run away but the enraged beast whacks him on the back of the head knocking him down to the ground, then starts bouncing up and down on his back just beating poor Chucky to a pulp!
He finally crawls under his truck and the Bambi from Hell trots off frolicking through the brush, laughing its ass off no doubt!
Now Chucky knows why Brutus and Crutus use a rifle with a scope, and a deer stand… it’s to even the odds a little!
~ Snarp
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