"How will you know when I'm here?" he asserted. "I'll figure out a way to alert you!"
The next day, mother woke early and went to retrieve the paper. Upon her porch she found this:
Monday, November 20, 2006
A hunting we will go
Mother's property covers five acres, much of which is wooded. Occasionally, a local hunter will ask Mother if he may hunt on her property. Mother usually allows such activity. One such hunter said to Mother that he was concerned about how Mother would know when he was lurking about.
"How will you know when I'm here?" he asserted. "I'll figure out a way to alert you!"
The next day, mother woke early and went to retrieve the paper. Upon her porch she found this:
"How will you know when I'm here?" he asserted. "I'll figure out a way to alert you!"
The next day, mother woke early and went to retrieve the paper. Upon her porch she found this:
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Hunting is not very nice.
Does he hunt deer? Deer tasted like dog and dog tastes like goat is what someone told me.
Gross..
Sounds like something Bunyan would do, the big fellas a little thick. He is in trouble with the law for selling used turkeys. Tread lightly around this galoot.
Hee hee!
I love this!
Jeez.
P.S. regular camera or camera phone pix?!?
I swear I was never anywhere near your mother.
im in ur woodz shootn yr deerz
Man, I thought you were gonna say he left a dead bird on the porch or something.
what the??? Is there anything inside?
My pridiction for 2007 there will be a new romance in your mother's life
What the hell is that thing?
I can tell by how faded it is, it's a K-Tel snow block maker. Phil wants to build a fort.
If Mom ever gets tired of Phil she can just send Cheney out there to shoot his face off.
Good call Toby.
Hahaha, original way to communicate ;)
LOL. Here's your sign!
(there's mud all over the floor...)
~d heart Erin's Mom
Tell your mom not to wear her antler hat!
He must be very tiny if he can fit under that little block.
... Phil is pretty clever... AND has a great sense of humor....
Dear everyone:
The bad guys are on my ass. It's terrible. I am going to wait till it snows and go on and take Phil's snow block maker and make me an igloo and sit in there and sip whiskey and eat goat meat like Bostick was talking about.
I'm a-skairt and full of awfulness. Send power rays and shit like that.
Erin
But at least my mom still loves me and you guys too.
Erf.
If you want me to take care your bad guys...well I know a guy. Eh, what am I saying, you're from Cleveland! And you hang at Nolan's. You must know dozens of guys.
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