well now, that reminds me of my late mate Hopey.
He managed to secure a big stag, somewhere up near a farm in cni, toward to end of his days.
He text me saying to get round to his fast and see the huge beast, so I did as instructed ( you didnt argue with Ray )
On arrival, the great white hunter and his mate have a huge stag hanging in the garage, and he and his hunting bud are setting about skinning it..all the while followed by Rays lady who was happily spraying Black Flag all over any exposed flesh.
I politely declined the offer of meat, rightly or wrongly
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