10 thoughts on “What Deathray does every morning before work…”
Bear’s are our brothers, i would never hunt one but i go well armed, JIC.
but tempting fate is a fools choice like this, FAFO !
if you want to impress me, do that with a Polar Bear. i would love to see the before and after picks on that.
I don’t know who has the bigger imagination of what my life is like here, you or Johno. My reality is mostly carrying firewood, shoveling snow, keeping the ice buildup in my beard from causing me to be top heavy, and what kind of stuff I can add to my rice and beans to make my next meal more interesting.
You need another Eskimo wife.
Says a man who has never been here.
You would have a change of heart in less than a day.
Another????
Does that raw fish smell take long to get used to, Deathray? I imagine that she must miss the low coastal lands, up on that mountain with just your dog and a pet Grizzly to talk to when you’re off trapping beaver.
I’d be OK, I’ve got an old pair of hipwaders somewhere around here.
Another Esquimeau wife? This begs the question, what happened to the first one? Did she die from frostbite or freezing, did Deathray feed her to his savage hellhound watchdog? (Amazon and Fedex drivers are still missing.)
Or, Dmm, did you mean an another one in addition to the existing wife, of which we’re yet to hear about?
Strewth, the Bustednuckles ladies readership must be interested to know how Deathray plans to keep two women happy in one mountain-top homestead. I suppose all that gnawing on frozen raw caribou liver, like a bloody popsicle, must be enervating for the system. Oh, yuck!
Well… I imagine he would spend his time fantasizing about being alone. As in- “leave me the fuck alone!” Voice of experience from West Texas.
Bullshit, 7 one for each day of the week right Deathray
Bear’s are our brothers, i would never hunt one but i go well armed, JIC.
but tempting fate is a fools choice like this, FAFO !
if you want to impress me, do that with a Polar Bear. i would love to see the before and after picks on that.
The backstory on this is this bear was raised from a cub in Russia and lives with them and does everything with them. Even goes camping with them.
https://www.boredpanda.com/adopted-bear-russian-family-stepan/
That being said, I prefer my dogs.
I don’t know who has the bigger imagination of what my life is like here, you or Johno. My reality is mostly carrying firewood, shoveling snow, keeping the ice buildup in my beard from causing me to be top heavy, and what kind of stuff I can add to my rice and beans to make my next meal more interesting.
You need another Eskimo wife.
Says a man who has never been here.
You would have a change of heart in less than a day.
Another????
Does that raw fish smell take long to get used to, Deathray? I imagine that she must miss the low coastal lands, up on that mountain with just your dog and a pet Grizzly to talk to when you’re off trapping beaver.
I’d be OK, I’ve got an old pair of hipwaders somewhere around here.
Another Esquimeau wife? This begs the question, what happened to the first one? Did she die from frostbite or freezing, did Deathray feed her to his savage hellhound watchdog? (Amazon and Fedex drivers are still missing.)
Or, Dmm, did you mean an another one in addition to the existing wife, of which we’re yet to hear about?
Strewth, the Bustednuckles ladies readership must be interested to know how Deathray plans to keep two women happy in one mountain-top homestead. I suppose all that gnawing on frozen raw caribou liver, like a bloody popsicle, must be enervating for the system. Oh, yuck!
Well… I imagine he would spend his time fantasizing about being alone. As in- “leave me the fuck alone!” Voice of experience from West Texas.
Bullshit, 7 one for each day of the week right Deathray