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The CRO didn't find a buck he wanted to kill during archery season. Passed plenty, including some that might be good in a year, but just never could locate one to let the air out of.

Went to a new farm during alternative weapons season, a farm with plenty of potential. Ended up taking this boy, but really wish I hadn't. There were three bucks in a row when I took him, and I misjudged all three of them. Knew the first two weren't shooters, but had them at 125", and I was wrong. So this guy was a good 15" smaller than I thought.

But still, not a bad pistol kill.

Nice looking buck and pistol. How far was the shot?

Where you been Cro?

The CRO has been where the CRO has been. Mainly in the bedrooms of your wives, mothers, and girlfriends.

RB - the shot was roughly 35 yards.

I wondered who that was in the closet the other day. I must say, I was not at all surprised when you came out of it.

The fact that you aren't bleeding from a clean through-and-through is a clear indication you were not around when SAMCRO was calling on your wife. Further evidence is the fact that SAMCRO does not hide. Ever. Which rules out the possibility of his presence in a closet. Except for that time LS's old lady had a janitor fantasy.

So, what's the deal? Did Samcro come out of the closet.........finally

I be prayin' the CRO visits my wife soon and takes her with him wherever he might go.

Damn, PS, tell us how ya really feel!!!

I have called on the Snake's wife a number of times recently. I have trained her in many of the dark arts of satisfaction. I encourage the Snake to try her new-found skills before delegating her to the trash bin, as he may find a new appreciation for her.

This was a difficult case, but one that was successfully mitigated. You're welcome.

Oh - use code word "Purple Dinosaur" to get her started.

I figured you'd go with purple helmet.

Purple Dinosaur didn't even get me to first base asshole.

Oh - in order for the code word to work, you must simultaneously be performing a searing rendition of the "helicopter" for her viewing pleasure.

So, this evening, once the tricycle motors are dreaming of spending their inheritance, emerge naked in the bedroom, twirling your peter furiously in a clockwise motion, while shouting "Purple Dinosaur" with great vigor. Should it work, you're in for an enchanting, dangerous evening. Should it not, at least you were able to reward the little lady with your prowess in the oft-neglected "helicopter" move, something she won't soon forget.

A visual that none of us needed!!!