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Reinder by I love my bae <3 February 25, 2017
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Urban Reindeer Hunting
Stealthy dressing ones self in urban camouflage, or ninja gear during the Christmas season to find, and kill front yard reindeer decorations. The usual choice of weapons for this sport are: Broad swords, katana swords, machete's, grappling hooks, or "rope". After beheading the deer with you choice of weapon, the grappling hook/rope is then used to drag the remaining carcasses behind a vehicle if deemed necessary.
With training, the trophy heads can be rewired, and mounted for twinkly enjoyment.
With training, the trophy heads can be rewired, and mounted for twinkly enjoyment.
"The Urban Reindeer Hunting Carol"
I awoke with a startle, by someone unlocking my gate...
I reached for my pistol, but by then, it was to late...
For out in my yard flew sparks, so bright, and so clear...
I ran to the window, to see my eight tiny decapitated reindeer...
I yelled curses so loud, they came out in a blunder...
Damn you to hell, sodding urban deer hunter...
I awoke with a startle, by someone unlocking my gate...
I reached for my pistol, but by then, it was to late...
For out in my yard flew sparks, so bright, and so clear...
I ran to the window, to see my eight tiny decapitated reindeer...
I yelled curses so loud, they came out in a blunder...
Damn you to hell, sodding urban deer hunter...
Urban Reindeer Hunting by The Barn Shark December 23, 2009