JTP
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Awhile ago, I got a call from the Govner of Alasker. She said she wanted to go a-huntin with me! I got all excited and told her, "Heck, yeah, you fine Alaskan hottie, come on down! We ain't got no grizzly bar or wolves here in Jawja, but we got plenty of black bar, cayotes, deer, coon, possum, squirrels, gopher tortoise, beaver, otter, weasels, skunks- heck, plenty of critters to draw a bead on! And iffen we run out of fair game, we got plenty of fowl lawyers thet prolly needs a-shootin! Brang thet Wyoming feller- Cheney- he knows how to track 'em!" Well, I kept a-tryin to entice her (all the whal thinkin may be I could be her huntin guide and campin buddy and may be see her in thet bikini suit around the campfar!) But atter awhile I noticed she wasn't a-listenin to me, but ramblin on about some Zaxby Chambliss, or was it Saxby Chicken I should be supportin, or eatin, or votin fer, er sumpthin. Thet's when I real lized she eether wasn't a listner, or may be it was just a re-corded voice tape of her. Or maybe it was thet imatater Lady from the Saturdey Nat Live what looks just like her, cept better. Anyways I got screwed but I didn't git kissed- AGIN!