Monday, December 26, 2022

The true meaning of Christmas

 Is getting a varmint rifle, and then being able to nail the raccoon that's been tearing up your mom's barn.

Because if it weren't for mom wanting that damn varmint done with, I would have never gotten the rifle.  So there we are.  One dead coon.

I'll be leaving the rifle for my dad to use in my absence.  But damn that's a nice gun.

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