A story that strikes a very personal chord

I am a New Jersey native and an avid Wild Turkey enthusiast.
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/index.php?cl=14700183

 

Somehow I'm not shocked that was a video and not the written word.

 

Screw that. We have about 10 Canadian geese that live on the work property (we have some "ponds" or whatever). Apparently PETA awards us for not killing the bastards, but they pretty much attack anyone who walks near them (and they like to hang out by the sidewalk).

Also, they poop a lot. A LOT.

 

perhaps you have about 10 Canada geese?

for the record, there is actually no such thing as Canadian geese

but, yes, whatever you call them, they do tend to leave frequent evidence of their presence

 

No, I think they're Canadian. They have passports and eat Smarties.

 

Their cigarettes come in packs that are too wide to fit in a breast pocket, and they say 'Eh' instead of honking.

 

Buck,
About 5 years ago, there was a wild turkey that use to hang out on Route 40 in Franklin Township and it used to come right up to the cars stopped at the light. This went on for a good 6 months.

 

You know they're from Canada because when they're on IJAG's car they draw out the O's when they poop.

So instead of "poop", it's, uh, "poop".

Crap that didn't work at all. That was aboot the stupoopidest post ever. My apologies if you were oh-fended.

 

Nicely done. A Mr. Jacoby sends his regards.

 

This won't end at all well, eh?

 

They are my favourites.

 

Fuck that.

Mr. Butterball's got one fucking time to chase me back into the house or down the driveway.

The second time, his ass'd be in the smoker.