snowyday Posted September 16, 2012 Share Posted September 16, 2012 She was seeking comfort from the kindly old preacher. “I don’t know what’s to become of my man,†she said. “He doesn’t do a lick of work. All he does is drink an’ hunt.†“Well, at least,†mused the preacher, “hunting is of some value.†“His ain’t,†snapped the wife. “What he hunts is a drink.†* * * Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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