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and the venison is nervous.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:35 PM
and the women are FIRST!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:37 PM
...and everyone is cold.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:37 PM
Hey, that's it. Maybe this guy was just trying to keep warm.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:38 PM
his dear momma must be sooooo proud.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 27, 2006 at 05:38 PM
Is there a party somewhere that I'm missing?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:38 PM
hey, crossgirl - 'his deer momma.'
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:39 PM
I'll bet he's thrilled to have his picture posted, too.
Posted by: Brainy Jello | November 27, 2006 at 05:40 PM
There is another tidbit about this gentleman left out of this article. He has a previous criminal record for killing a horse he intended to have sex with. I can't imagine why he can't find a good woman...
Posted by: RedRover | November 27, 2006 at 05:44 PM
I just threw up a little bit....
Posted by: norawall | November 27, 2006 at 05:45 PM
Okay, mammals are out, how about reptiles?
Posted by: pogo | November 27, 2006 at 05:47 PM
You know, if he just bought the Cruzn' Cooler with the optional Vibra-massager, he wouldn't be in such trouble in the first place.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Ok..his argument is this:
"If the line is not drawn at the time of death, defendant asks at what point of deterioration of the carcass is it no longer an animal within the meaning of the statute. Does it qualify when it's just skin or bones?"
Does it matter?? What's the judge gonna say? "You can screw it when it starts to smell??"
This guy is one sick dude.
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 05:53 PM
I am
verytruly sorry: *hides*I love you truly, truly deer,
life with its sorrow, lacks only beer,
run into streams when you feel me near,
for I’ll catch you truly,
truly deer!
A love 'tis something, to search for your tracks,
Ah yes, 'tis challenging, if you try to hide,
gone is the pulse, gone are doubt and fear,
for you love me truly,
truly deer!
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 06:02 PM
Yes, but was it in season?
Posted by: Lairbo | November 27, 2006 at 06:10 PM
EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 27, 2006 at 06:14 PM
Deer Judge, er...Dear Judge, the deer that no one held dear died then was dearly loved by my deer er..dear client....
Posted by: DavetheRed | November 27, 2006 at 06:14 PM
snork @ Lairbo
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 27, 2006 at 06:15 PM
*snork* @ Lairbo and DtR.
I think I'll put off dinner just a bit tonight...
Posted by: WriterDude | November 27, 2006 at 06:17 PM
Ack!
Posted by: WriterDude | November 27, 2006 at 06:17 PM
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 06:18 PM
Dang it!
Posted by: WriterDude | November 27, 2006 at 06:18 PM
WD - a littie queezy there???
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 06:19 PM
Is it just me or is he kinda smiling in his photo (which I assume is a cropped mug shot)?
Posted by: KOW | November 27, 2006 at 06:19 PM
Dunno if that was your save or mine, Siouxie, but thanks just the same! Y'know, for as long as I've been hanging out here, that's the first time I've pulled that goof. Guess I was overdue.
Posted by: WriterDude | November 27, 2006 at 06:20 PM
Did anyone aske whether he kissed her first?
Posted by: pogo | November 27, 2006 at 06:22 PM
WD - we had a simul/save so all is good with the blog world. Good teamwork!!!
K0W - I think that's an old wedding photo from when he married the mule. He looks happy...
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 06:24 PM
Reminds me of this limerick:
A mortician who practiced in Fife
Made love to the corpse of his wife.
"How could I know, Judge?
She was cold, did not budge---
Just the same as she'd acted in life."
Posted by: jamester | November 27, 2006 at 06:27 PM
Meanwhile, also in Wisconsin....
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 06:27 PM
LOL jamester
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 06:29 PM
Dang, CJ. I thought I had a good crop of arm fur, but I can't hold a candle to that.
Posted by: pogo | November 27, 2006 at 06:32 PM
Major *snork* @ Annie
You know, if he just bought the Cruzn' Cooler with the optional Vibra-massager, he wouldn't be in such trouble in the first place.
Posted by: Guin | November 27, 2006 at 06:33 PM
cj, you are a sick, sick man.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 27, 2006 at 06:37 PM
and yet i feel inspired now!
with apologies to trout fishing in america:
We weary deer live in fear, weary deer,
For we fear that we hear the perverts near.
With a tag for the toe of dear John and Jane Doe.
Oh no! We are wary, weary deer.
Posted by: crossgirl | November 27, 2006 at 06:40 PM
pogo, if yours is even close, DO NOT try to hold a candle to that. *Ouch*
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 06:45 PM
CJ - one word - hair extensions.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 06:54 PM
Anybody else get a sense of déjà lu?
Posted by: | November 27, 2006 at 07:01 PM
déjà lu = already read
déjà vu = already seen
Posted by: | November 27, 2006 at 07:02 PM
Hey, Blankety-blank - this is what's known as an update.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 07:04 PM
PS: cg, you made me do it with 'dear momma.'
Coming soon to theaters near you:
The Deer Humper
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 07:04 PM
DPS as the Judge:
"Fine. It isn't an animal once it's dead. It's a corpse. And we have laws here about abuse of a corpse. Next."
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Scrooge | November 27, 2006 at 07:09 PM
Doe'only you can think my world is right
Doe'only you can blink in my headlight
Doe'only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my lame sick brain for doe'only you
Doe'only you can make a man of me
For it's true, I'm bucking destiny
When you're venison
You are well done, that magic that you do
My wet dream come true
My one and doe'only you
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 07:23 PM
Small rant:
Isn't there an island where we can put people like this, along with child molesters? He's only 20 -- what will he graduate to? Ugh. The world needs more eunochs (ichs?).
/rant
P.S. I don't chew gum, but thanks anyway.
Posted by: ubetcha | November 27, 2006 at 07:23 PM
Oh, - and he should be castrated because anything he procreates doesn't stand a chance.
Posted by: ubetcha | November 27, 2006 at 07:24 PM
DPS: fine point. I gather it's 'S' for the season.
CG and the local State's Attorney: CG did not actually make me do it with her 'dear momma.' That didn't come out right.
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 07:25 PM
Siouxie - got the book -- you're a deer! So look out.
Posted by: ubetcha | November 27, 2006 at 07:29 PM
cj, i repeat. you are a sick, sick man.
and so, with no further ado,
apologies to the jackson 5:
The game of lust
Is such a beautiful game
If you've got time, little doe
I'd like to explain
All the do's and don'ts
All the wills and won'ts
So Lend your rear, darling deer
(Sweet darling dear)
Do be sincere
And true love will appear
Don't draw flies
Or love will pass you by
If you will
My heart you may steal
If you don't
Then in the ditch you'll lie alone
(Darling deer)
Posted by: crossgirl | November 27, 2006 at 07:32 PM
LOL *snorks* all around...all these talented poets...
*ahem*
Doe a deer a female deer....
and a lovely Beatles tune:
Deer Prudence....
thank you.
ubetcha - I'm glad you got it!!!! (got yer ck - thanks!)
Annie - Be proud of me...I GOT THE TREE!!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 07:47 PM
Nice job, ladies. *opens cellphone*
Update: Now I understand! She had a nice rack!
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 07:55 PM
cj, must i say it again?
Posted by: crossgirl | November 27, 2006 at 07:58 PM
Uggg.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | November 27, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Some people have to make things up and call in sick, if they want to be lazy. I can forward a link to this thread to my boss for documentation!
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Cj - no need to do that. I think your boss is already familiar with this blog.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 08:19 PM
What happened to picking up girls at the bar? Maybe he saw #21 and 23 from yesterday and decided does, even dead ones, were better.
Posted by: bookworm | November 27, 2006 at 08:22 PM
Stupid is as Stupid does.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 08:26 PM
I can't imagine a female ugly enough to make me prefer carrion.
Maybe I'm wierd that way.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Scrooge | November 27, 2006 at 08:26 PM
Annie: yes, well there's that too.
Off topic alert:
Time to sell that sluggish stock you're holding in Lear Jet or Gulfstream; it's all over now. Presenting, the new Honda. Just under 500 mph and, of course, more efficient. Whaddaya wanna bet it's quieter, too!
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 08:31 PM
what would be a good pick-up line for this situation?
"heeeeyyyyyyy there, good lookin'... your ditch or mine"?
Posted by: Mo Faux* | November 27, 2006 at 08:36 PM
Maybe it was a blind date...
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 27, 2006 at 08:36 PM
They never listen - "Doe means no!"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 08:42 PM
DPS--if you're wierd (and I won't presume that either way), that isn't why.
If it was a Blind date, why did they meet in the ditch instead?
Posted by: bookworm | November 27, 2006 at 08:42 PM
What, now it's illegal in Wisconsin to play with your food?
Posted by: Lairbo | November 27, 2006 at 08:43 PM
*snork* @ Lairbo!
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 08:45 PM
Maybe he's tired of his Blind dates [tree] standing him up.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Scrooge | November 27, 2006 at 08:47 PM
Reminder to sad people that have gotten hooked on [with?] House: 5-minutes.
Posted by: CJrun | November 27, 2006 at 08:56 PM
He was a man of great venison.A Real Doe-r, not just a talker.His Daughter, Bambi, told authorities that he never was home much(during hunting season), he was the kind of dad you could always count on to ditch you . Sevices will be held at The Deerfield Funeral Home and Taxidermy.
Posted by: Mo Faux* | November 27, 2006 at 08:58 PM
He was a man of Great venison. A real doe-r, not just a talker. His daughter, Bambi said he wasn't home much(especially during hunting season) and you could ALWAYS count on him to ditch you. Funeral services will be held at the Deerfield Funeral Home and taxidery.
Posted by: Mo Faux* | November 27, 2006 at 09:01 PM
oops
Posted by: Mo Faux* | November 27, 2006 at 09:04 PM
D@mn. I missed 69 with a dead deer.
I got distracted by Dr. Cameron.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Scrooge | November 27, 2006 at 09:19 PM
I end up at 70 instead.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Scrooge | November 27, 2006 at 09:20 PM
*whistles*
Oh Yeah?! Take that:
LITTLE HOUSE IN NEW JERSEY
9:01
Fifteen year old church healer collapses, gasps, ‘I need a doctor.’ Can we all groan, ‘irony?’ Amen, brothers and sisters.
9:06
Preacher tells Cameron Buzzkill that Gawd told him she was kind. Reworded, the color blue has been hailed as indigo. Buzzkill will be tough to live with.
House decides to talk to the Preacher/ patient. After all, Gawd talks to him and, ‘it would be arrogant of me to assume I’m better than Gawd.’
Preacher, lays hands on Wilson’s fading patient, Grace. Wilson is the Oncologist buddy; most of his patients don’t make it.
9:13
The crew puzzles over what might be wrong with the Preacher. ‘Isn’t it interesting that religious behavior and crazy are so similar.’
The Preacher tells House, ‘Gawd wants you to invite Dr. Wilson to your poker game.’
9:23
Grace tells Wilson that she asks herself, when she sees a movie trailer, ‘will I be here when that’s out?'
It’s tumors, not grace, in the Preachers head. To correct the hallucinations, they have to carve the Preacher.
Wilson gets to go to the poker game, but has to bring pretzels.
Grace’s tumors shrink. Maybe not good.
9:31
If Grace is getting better, the Preacher will die. After all, if the Preacher healed Grace, then Gawd will cure the Preacher. Solution! Kill Grace to convince Preacher he’s dying.
Play poker, Geiger Grace’s apartment and find DA DA DUMMMMMM! Wilson’s clothes!
9:37
If Wilson is sleeping with Grace, then somehow everything makes sense. If not, House points out that Gawd knows where House is, if he wants to squash him.
9:42
The only possibility seems to be that Wilson is sleeping with Grace and he doesn’t play poker well. That, and that the Preacher has herpes and is a ‘garden variety religious nut.'
9:48
Herpes, Garden Variety Religious Nut, given to Grace, put her cancer in remission.
To get permission, when no one will sign a consent form, House tests Preacher boy for herpes, pointing out that, ‘I’m on a mission from Gawd.’
Test is positive. To prove it and display lesions in front of Dad, Wilson points out that ‘Gawd said no medicine, no procedures. He didn’t say don’t take off your clothes.’
Busted.
9:55
Cocky House brags to Wilson.
Wilson says, ‘House, Gawd made you.’
Posted by: CJrecaps | November 27, 2006 at 10:21 PM
....there's a show called 'House?'
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 11:07 PM
CJ! that was a great recap!!
Annie, there is a show called House..it's not about 24 all the time!! (btw...how are the Christmas decorations going?? I hope by now you have them UP and that there are no blackouts in SoCal)
My tree is here and waiting for the decorations. I am proud of that!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 11:14 PM
CJrun ... why did that doe-with-a-rack story appear in a Pennsylvania newspaper when I din't even see it printed here in Nodak? I useta live about 10 miles from where this "event" took place ...
Of course, the fact that I seldom read the local rag or the equally scabby (nearest) daily might have somethin' to do with my missin' the story ... after all, the PA paper hadda pick it up off the wire from SOMEplace ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | November 27, 2006 at 11:18 PM
Siouxie - we are decorating it tonight. The boys are deciding where each and every ornament should go. (This should only take a few months) Congrats on getting your tree! If you don't feel like decorating it, tell everyone the tree needs at least a day for the branches to 'relax,' or spread back out.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 11:33 PM
We can do without him and his elk.
Posted by: Stevie W | November 27, 2006 at 11:37 PM
well my west coast friends...it's been a long day for me...(funeral today) thanks for the laughs...helped me get through it!
Annie, my tree is 'relaxing' for a while...good luck with yours!
hugs!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 27, 2006 at 11:45 PM
stevie - very a-moose-ing.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 11:47 PM
(((Siouxie)))
[christmas tree]
-yes, I'm a tree hugger.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 27, 2006 at 11:48 PM
...and apparently a thread killer.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 28, 2006 at 01:08 AM
Maybe its time he got a deer john letter...
Posted by: Ross | November 28, 2006 at 01:26 AM
Or to get rid of the evidence, a John Deere.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 28, 2006 at 01:34 AM
And here's to you, Mrs. Venison
Bryan loved you more than you will know
Doe doe doe
He pressed and squeezed you, Ms. Venison
Now Judge Lucci's ordered him away
Hathaway
Hey hey hey.
Posted by: Stevie W | November 28, 2006 at 01:35 AM
What did the judge's wife say when she returned from work?
Lucci, I'm home!!!
Posted by: Stevie W | November 28, 2006 at 01:40 AM
Hmmm...fascinating legal ruling...
*scratches raw liver off shopping list*
Posted by: Stevie W | November 28, 2006 at 01:45 AM
*snork* at stevie w.
I have to ask, how did the raw liver get on your shopping list? Were you gutting animals near the notepad again?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 28, 2006 at 01:49 AM
"I have to ask, how did the raw liver get on your shopping list?"
Lol, but I have to admit it was a mistake. I meant to put it on the chopping list, along with the onions and the eggs.
"Were you gutting animals near the notepad again?"
Yes, I was fixing my signature haggis-menudo stew. A traditional holiday dish.
Posted by: Stevie W | November 28, 2006 at 03:26 AM
Guess no one around here likes chopped liver.
Last post.
Posted by: Stevie W | November 28, 2006 at 04:11 AM
Nope ... I wuz merely "relaxing" ... restin' up fer another day ...
Besides which already, stevie w ... I know chopped liver, and that wuz no chopped liver ...
(merely bruised a bit?)
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | November 28, 2006 at 07:15 AM
Braised! That's whut I meant ... yeah ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | November 28, 2006 at 07:18 AM
LOL stevie & Annie!
Morning All!
coffee & donuts anyone?
Posted by: Siouxie | November 28, 2006 at 07:23 AM
Tnx fer Rx of coffee, Siouxie ... whut kinda donuts? (Should be somethin' better'n Krispy Kremes™ fer such a formal gatherin' ... eh?)
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | November 28, 2006 at 08:22 AM
... and now, I'm off to werk, so I'll have my donuts later ... TYVM ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | November 28, 2006 at 08:23 AM
DOE(s) he have to register as a sex offender?
Posted by: Mikey123 | November 28, 2006 at 08:35 AM
OtheU - Any "doe nuts" ya want!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 28, 2006 at 08:41 AM
Here's a female with a nice big rack . . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | November 28, 2006 at 08:42 AM
Mornin', all! Our fearless leader has the top Quote of the Day on Google:
You can only be young once. But you can always be immature.
- Dave Barry
Woohooo! Go Dave!
Posted by: AvidReader | November 28, 2006 at 08:55 AM
Can I put in a request for some fresh beignets? Mmmmm. Never got to New Orleans, but I did make these myself a coupla years back.
Dangit, now I'm drooling in my coffee.
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 28, 2006 at 10:34 AM
CH, sheesh..take it or leave it! DOE NUTS!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 28, 2006 at 11:17 AM
Uh, if the doe has nuts, (s)he probably has a rack, too. Pass.
I guess I'll have to make myself some beignets this weekend. (Along with continuing to cook for a party next weekend where I'm expecting somewhere between 50-75 guests...)
Posted by: Clean Hands | November 28, 2006 at 11:26 AM