tartanterrier
Is somewhere outhere.
The big game hunter walked in the bar and bragged to everyone about
his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one
would dispute that. Then he said that they could blindfold him and he
would recognize any ******'s skin from its feel and, if he could
locate the bullet hole, he would even tell them what caliber the
bullet was that ****** the ******. The hunter said that he was
willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks. So the bet was
on.
They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first ****** skin.
After feeling it for a few moments, he announced "Bear." Then he felt
the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with a .308 rifle." He was right.
They brought him another skin from someone's car trunk. He took a bit
longer this time and then said, "Elk. Shot with a 7mm Mag rifle. He
was right again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and
again, every time against a round of drinks.
Finally he staggered home, ***** out of his mind and went to *****.
The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one huge
black eye. He said to his wife, "I know I was ***** last night, but
not ***** enough to get in a fight and not remember it. Where did I
get this black eye?"
His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into bed, put
your hand down my panties, fiddled around a bit and then loudly
yelled, "Skunk. ****** with an axe." :rofl:
his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one
would dispute that. Then he said that they could blindfold him and he
would recognize any ******'s skin from its feel and, if he could
locate the bullet hole, he would even tell them what caliber the
bullet was that ****** the ******. The hunter said that he was
willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks. So the bet was
on.
They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first ****** skin.
After feeling it for a few moments, he announced "Bear." Then he felt
the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with a .308 rifle." He was right.
They brought him another skin from someone's car trunk. He took a bit
longer this time and then said, "Elk. Shot with a 7mm Mag rifle. He
was right again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and
again, every time against a round of drinks.
Finally he staggered home, ***** out of his mind and went to *****.
The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one huge
black eye. He said to his wife, "I know I was ***** last night, but
not ***** enough to get in a fight and not remember it. Where did I
get this black eye?"
His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into bed, put
your hand down my panties, fiddled around a bit and then loudly
yelled, "Skunk. ****** with an axe." :rofl:
