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Isn't that the Kardashian Mom?
Posted by: Ms. Flukey | June 20, 2014 at 03:51 PM
We do this with Bears fans, but it's strictly ornamental. Until they get kinda frayed and stinky. Usually they're good until the Vikings game.
Posted by: padraig the cheesehead | June 20, 2014 at 03:57 PM
*waits, impatiently, for the Marquis to say "I have friends who call this foreplay"*
Posted by: klezmerphan | June 20, 2014 at 04:42 PM
Pffft... tort reform would take care of that.
Posted by: Head_Smashed_In | June 20, 2014 at 04:49 PM
I had a girlfriend like that. Glad I made it out before the end...
Posted by: Wes S. | June 20, 2014 at 07:44 PM
The IRS Bug
Posted by: Clankie | June 20, 2014 at 09:10 PM
Quick, everybody, run! It's a Lawyer Bug!
Posted by: PirateBoy | June 20, 2014 at 10:33 PM
That is interesting that they wear their corpses. I wonder why. To show off their prize. Like a fisherman and his fish.
Posted by: Theresa | June 21, 2014 at 08:45 AM
Reminds me of my niece's husband, a youth minister who also kills anything that moves. Then he pays big money to have it mounted to hang from the walls of his house.
We avoid that house.
He avoids us because it bugs him that we'd rather have the deer in the yard than on the wall.
I picture him telling his Sunday School class, "See, kids, God loves all his creations. He just loves Bambi hanging on the wall here better."
Posted by: Steve | June 21, 2014 at 10:26 AM
Some details aside, if the story had been about some critter (even a human. Say a high society woman) getting herself covered in squirrel pelts (like they used to do with foxes)(Hence 'putting on the dog') I bet the response from ALL members of this blog would be to cheer. Loudly. 'Hey sweety, let's go fancy tonight so you can put on the 'quirl'.
Maybe not.
Posted by: normnuke | June 21, 2014 at 09:01 PM
There are a lot of women in south Florida that for this description.
Posted by: Carlito | July 07, 2014 at 11:45 AM