Drink'n me mourn'in java and reading these fine replies made me draw back on a hunting memory.
Not a great story, but the look in his eyes should of been cawt on film.
My one hunting buddy meets me in the morning bright and early.
Awf tuh duh bush we go.
Still pretty dark, so the drive was nice and easy and werr yack'n up a storm.
Slurp'in java owt our "Tuh Go" mugs and I roll my winnder down slightly.
You no, the little pre pewp tewts.
"Bastard", says he.
"Skunk smells his own chit first", replies eye.
Okay, the time comes to park and it's still a wee bit dark.
He opens the door and reaches behind the passenger seat and sticks his hand into the
seat cover pocket back there.
Now he's really search'in.
"S'upp"?, asks I.
"Where's the toilet paper you keep back here"?
Dunno, you had it last.
I used it awl up. Figured you're pretty good at keep this pocket supplied.
Fergit.
You got any more.
A bit.
Share?
No.
Why not?
I need it.
I have to go now.
Bye.
Awff he storms.
I laff.
Get me arse all ready and left a part roll on the hood.
Lock up when yer dun, I holler.
Awwwwh, the cuss'in I got later...................
