Maxfield, you gonna get a squad together for Bikini Speedo Dodgeball or does that poor excuse of a blog you run over there not have enough folks to form a competitive team?

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Maxfield, you gonna get a squad together for Bikini Speedo Dodgeball or does that poor excuse of a blog you run over there not have enough folks to form a competitive team?

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Only a few slots open for teams.
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What did the deer do to you? PIG!
Provided some nice tasty steaks I bet!
Oh Sybil, you must be one of those socially responsible folks who really try to help others live ‘right’. We should stop hunting deer altogether and watch how well the herd does then. Well, they tried that at the Grand Canyon National park in the early 20th century and not only did the deer population starve and succum to disease within a few years, but the overgrazing cause long term habitat destruction that took decades to come back. Think about that the next time your watering your lawn.
I’m sure that you eat nothing but free-range chicken; farm-raised salmon and grass fed beef? And calling people whom you don’t know pigs…well that’s certainly a nice little character flaw. But hey, more power to you. Did you know that I am a fisherman too? That’s right, I kill things for a living. Oh, the horror.
And Joey, I’d love nothing better than to shoe-horn into my American Flag speedo and wup some ass, but I will hopefully be balls deep in haddock that Sunday. That’s in haddock, not in A haddock. Geesh, maybe I am a pig.