“Send er Bucko”

It’s Sunday afternoon and with you walk into the small town bar after a successful few nights in the sticks. ‘ol Red is grinnin like a shot fox “That there Doe is so small it’s 50% lead!” What do you tell him?

• “Haha,
  well later tonight I’m planning to give your wife 100% of my lead
• After you
  shot Bambi last year I figured I’d leave something for you to shoot.
• Says the
  guy who needs a 338 Win Mag to drop a gopher. Get stuffed hoser.
• No, no,
  that’s just because you’re not looking at it through my scope!
• You can
  have the lead Red, I’ll draw you map to retrieve the brass too if you want.
• Thats
  what your wife said about my pecker!
• if its
  brown its going down.
• Hey no’
  bud, you can’t talk about yer girl likes that. She may have one of them
  prostheticses but that don’t mean she’s no robotses.
• Only
  ’cause I used a 75mm PaK-40 to take ‘er down, bud!
• Best
  ,tender young meat for eating ever!!
• Kinda
  like ur dick, eh RED!
• Ahh, so
  that’s why your wife’s nickname for you is pencil dick.
• You wish
  your Pencil had 50% lead….
• 50% lead
  50% old west slinger
• Funny
  your wife said the same thing about you the other day
• If you
  feel bad for it, I see you’ve got more than enough weight to share
• well
  you’d know small Red
• Well for
  sure bud, I didn’t want it getting up again and running off like your old man
  did when he seen your mom got knocked up from rolling over in that wet stain he
  left her futon.
• Yup…
  there’s no more lead in my pencil…
• But it
  still has a better rack than your wife;)
• Thats not
  a doe Stevie Wonder, thats your dog.
• Ya need
  to stop looking at it through your drinking glass ol fella.
• More meat
  than you’ve got.
• That’s
  right Red, that doe she was flying like winged Pegasus; so lead her 50 – feet
• If its
  brown its down
• The other
  50% is copper but your wife liked the juicy filling….

Next
week at the range you see ‘ol Red plinking away with his SKS. Taking
out your own boomstick, you already notice him giving you the stink eye.
One mag dump into trash later he pipes up with a jab about the broad
side of the barn. What you got for range banter?

• “Didn’t
  have a problem hittin your mom last night!”
• It’s
  funny, your sister said the same thing when I got it in her hair.
• Shut up
  and let me shoot
• Bud, you
  wouldn’t know the broad side of a barn from the barn side of a broad, put your
  pickle away and go kick rocks.
• I was
  overseas serving in Baghdad, when you were just a seed in your dads bag. (I
  have never served or been to Baghdad)

  It’s
  been a good day as you get to try out your new 357 lever. Halfway
  through ringing the gong you hear, “You gonna be needing that brass
  sonny? Word around town is ya only shoot blanks anyways. “Tell this
  brass grabber how you really feel: