Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Monday, 25 October 2010

Last night the phone rang

I happened to be up to my elbows in deer skin and bones, Richard called and asked for the best way to dispose of a stroppy ram that had escaped its owners farm and was trashing the Orchards.

"Use enough rifle!" Ok I actually said use the .17 but have the .243 as back up.

The lad deferred the shot with the .17 but I tell you this 100 grains of .243 certainly makes mutton;

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