Some short and simple humor for Friday.

Submitted by Jason on 2/25/05 at 6:23 PM. ( )

At the request of Mrs. Mills....

Here's my poetry for the day (it does not rhyme or go to any song or nothin.)

I call it "My Buff' Robe"
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I want to be a trapper. One that lives off the land and can feel the winds and sun everyday.

First I would trap a buffalo, skin it and use the hide as my robe. I would then make a hut out of the buffalo bones and pine tree needles. The skull would go right at the top in the middle. I'd pack snow in around the edges as to not let the wind in on the cold nights.

My horse, which I'm allergic to, will probably have no problems since I will have brought along a donkey, also am allergic to, to carry my hides and traps. They will lay together and their body warmth will keep them both warm at night. I also would make a large blanket for them from the summertime beaver and marment hides that weren't worth crap.

Yet, for me, I will have to sit in my hut all alone with just the fire, jerky and my robe, awaiting another buff' to fall.
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Thank you,

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This response submitted by Alex on 2/25/05 at 7:01 PM. ( )

As you have being smoking something around the camp fire ? LOL

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