Parham Conspriacy Theory

I ran out of funny conspiracy pictures, so it is over. For now . . .

Next installment - zombie squirrels.

There are two kinds of people on chess.com. Those who have a sense of humour, and those who don't.

A woman on the subway this morning had three tattoos on her left breast.

I assume she wanted us (most folks on the subway platform) to look.

She was a great counterpoint to the Korean guy with the "Find Jesus" sign. 

Only in America. 

Yes, that would seem to be an indication of an attempt to draw attention. This mirrors the practice of trolls, although they deploy different tools in the attempt.

Is that a king squirrel? We saw one at our summer camp. Tastes like chicken. Put a pile of nuts on the shotgun range when you need to get rid of one.

Most of the denizens of chess.com are sympathetic to the plight of squirrels. This sympathy is negated in the event of a zombie apocalypse. If an apocalypse occurs, we must use whatever tools are at hand to ensure our survival.

You know, someone once told me that the famous cook book "Joy of Cooking" had a recipe for squirrel. I found a copy of the book at a friend's house and sure enough, it did. Staple of the pioneers and high society alike, I guess.

I grew up in the Ozarks. I know about cooking squirrels. My family was from out of state, so it wasn't part of our diet. However, my sister married a local. She more than once "cooked up a mess of squirrel." 

Is that what you called a group of squirrels, a "mess" ?

I've had deer heart, bear meat, moose saussages, and the occasional partridge from our back acreage (not that I *liked* and of that crap when I was ten). But squirrels... just say no :-)

OK I know that Hell can't be funny but corrijean those pictures were funny as Hell especially Dante's Internet. also I know bout cooking what you catch, Turtle soup anyone.

Racoons and possums were common fare amongst the locals, too. One of our neighbors once gave us extensive advice on the best way to freeze a possum.

I remember one specific time when we ran into our neighbors. They had a very large snapping turtle latched onto a stick in the back of their truck. My dad asked them what they were going to do with it. Reply, "Dinner."

Kind of glad I'm a city boy now, and my meat comes wrapped in cellophane from aisle six, the way God meant it to be.

yes...!!!

Me, too. I don't understand the yippy urban farmer types at all.

I want Venison now. good thing I am allowed to Have a 30/06 (pronounced thirty Ought six: translated for you city folk and Gavinator because he probably thought it was thirty slash o six) woohoo lets go get dinner... for the next three weeks.

Yeah, let them de-feather two dozen ducks by hand after terminating them with extreme prejudice :-) That'll show them how much fun it is... Oh, those sweet childhood memories!

lol I love duck. tastes good. its easy to de-feather them  provided you have a large enough kettle.

Yeah. big metal buckets over an open fire seemed to do the trick. Plus there was some wierd chemical crap you put in the water too if I recall.