WARNING: Parental Advisory
The conversation went like this:Dad: "I can't hit these little cocksuckers. These fucking bastards dodge my bullets. I can draw up on them and they move and dodge. That's it. I'm shooting whatever the fuck flies near me tonight. I don't care if it's a fucking eagle. Fuck them. I want those fucking decoys that have the fucking wings. I hope they bring me in an eagle and I'm going to fucking blast away. I don't give a shit anymore. Why the hell do you bring me? So you can laugh at me? Fuck you. I'll shoot you if you fucking laugh again. Yeah, I'll show you some shooting."
At this point I almost wrecked because I was laughing so hard. Sometimes my father is a funny funny man. The worst part about this, is that it's pretty much true. I watched him obliterated a meadowlark last year and I asked him what the hell he was doing. His response was that he was tired of missing the doves so he was going to shoot at whatever flew near him. When he shot the dragonfly, I thought he had cracked. Of course, I shot a couple of dragonflies when I got frustrated too. I guess the old adage is true, like father, like son.
And just for you becka, I will use a normal color.
posted by Rusty @ 8:45 PM
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