Poor San Diego. They have been a plague upon my neighborhood.

The correct answer is "Only on the days when the music is inexplicably very quiet."

Being the old, fat, hairy, pretty strong, but not creepy dude at the gym was a goal I didn't know I had, but of which I am kinda proud.

Reading Shakespeare is difficult for most kids.
Every play has been done by the BBC.
Reading along with the play helps understand the context and the meaning AND it reduces the reading time to about two and a half hours from the tens of hours needed for a modern American kid to read the damn plays.

Me too. But once I explained all of the jokes in the first scene, they usually were able to get on board just a little bit.

I did a double take when I saw who had posted this. Not because I expected you to think differently.
I appreciate you speaking all the truths.

Regular birds aren't real.

Nope. I hunt and having an untagged animal which I have no right to possess is just too close to poaching.

I'd rather not have plausible cover stories for actual poachers to use.

Do you see maggots or notice a smell? Is the carcass bloating? Is there pooled blood? Is it fresh or dry?

If you start to field dress and the gut is punctured, steer clear of that area. If the meat smells, just let it go.

If you are in need of the meat and want harvest a deer you do not have the above clues about, take not of the weather. Has it been cold or hot? Does the carcass smell? Do the eyes look clear (fresh) or filmed over and dry (older)?

You want to be able to ensure freshness.
Did you see it get hit? Is it a new carcass on a road you travel frequently or have recently traveled (and paid attention to the carcasses there)?

You are lucky to live in a state that allows for such.
My brother and I try to find fresh kills when we visit out parents. But back home, in the "free" state of Texass, it's illegal.

But, per the alt text, it's an AR10 without a brace. That's almost as useless as the memepistol.
Both options are something I would expect from a teenage gamer.

This is the best description of the show. It doesn't quite capture the ever escalating stakes as the writers wrote themselves into a corner with each season's big bad, but it sure captures the show for the first however many seasons.

This seems like a trick by Big Shower to get me to bathe.

If you gave me a choice, I side with the fallen. Bacon onion jam in the chocolate chip venison mincemeat tartlets.

The experts (drunken weirdos) say that the layering of bacon onion jam balances out the double sweetness of chocolate chips and mincemeat. The boy disagrees.
I may have found a filter to separate the tainted from the pure.

But then your kids turn out to be awesome at math and science but you're a liberal artist with no math skills. Completely inexplicable but you claim it anyway.

Right?

Shouldn't they be glad I'm trading out the duct tape for something more permanent and craftsman-like?