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As I have said before. I have no quarrel with those who must hunt to stay alive.
And yes, I know that there is a slaughter house that exists for virtually every animal on the planet that humans eat; and that they’re not pleasant places to visit.
But people who kill animals for “sport,” even if they eat the meat, are taking an animal out of the food chain that could very well be another animal’s needed dinner.
Again. I know nature isn’t benign.
Remember, if you can go to a store and buy tonight’s supper you can get the same amount of exercise and “outdoor experience” if you don’t kill an animal while in its territory.
And frankly, if you can’t get the “outdoor experience” without the kill, see a psychiatrist and find out what’s wrong with you.
Animal population management?
Leave that to the expert; Mother Nature. She doesn’t need our help. She’s been doing it for billions of years. I think she knows what she’s doing.
But he’s no square.
Even if you manage to root him out of bed at 5 in the afternoon, he’s only half awake.
And then you’d have to add on the 0.5 mile walk to the theatre.
" ’ware the wares !"
I’m going to dip a couple of oars in the water too.
1. I obviously must understand this; it’s over my head.
2. Is that Reverend Blue Jeans?
I overheard two of their friends talking and heard this about their relationship.
“Oh, Meg? Ah… at least she’s not Pi-eyed; she’s expressing her opinion. He can be a bit crusty though.
Cleo, get with the program !
Almost a 100 years old, and still killing animals for no good reason; what an accomplishment.
She basically threw a high-speed rock at it (that’s all bullets are) with the use of a tool that is no more sophisticated, scientifically, than a kid at a restaurant blowing the wrapper off a straw.
You’ll probably have to answer a survey. Do what I did, give the answers that are closest to “None of your business.”
The depression has been over for quite some time.
That snowman has one killer of a cold.
The “I’ll be back.” scene is one of the most famous scenes in “The Terminator.”
Among “The Terminator” fans it is the equivalent of “Play it again, Sam.”
The difference is the latter was not said, and the former actually was.
Obviously you are not a follower of science fiction movies.
As I said, the quality is poor, but you’ll get the idea.
After the “I’ll be back” line wait for the Terminator coming back at around the 1:00 minute mark.
After that, it’s basically a machine shooting up humans. With bloody special effects.
Apparently if they had the neighbour’s cat they’d all be alive.