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A hunter kills a deer and brings it home.
He decides to clean it, prepare it, and serve the deer meat for dinner.
He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it
is, so he doesn't tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for dinner dad?"
"You'll see", he replies.
They start eating dinner and his daughter keeps asking him what they are
eating.
"Ok", says her dad, "Here's a hint. It's what your mother sometimes calls
me."
His daughter screams..."Don't eat it, Jimmy !...... It's a f*cking
ars*hole...!!!"
He decides to clean it, prepare it, and serve the deer meat for dinner.
He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it
is, so he doesn't tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for dinner dad?"
"You'll see", he replies.
They start eating dinner and his daughter keeps asking him what they are
eating.
"Ok", says her dad, "Here's a hint. It's what your mother sometimes calls
me."
His daughter screams..."Don't eat it, Jimmy !...... It's a f*cking
ars*hole...!!!"