WARNING: The following photographs may not be suitable for all human-types. For example, women and girly mans with weak stomachs may want to go on and exit now while there's still time. Also, people who are members of a certain group that rhymes with "MEET-AH" should know that "No animals were harmed in the filming of this episode." *wink wink*
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Now...back to our previously scheduled post:
On being married to a hunter man...
Unfortunately, you just never know what is lurking inside your freezer.
Before I show you this next picture, you MUST KNOW that this is NOT my regular refrigerator/freezer. This is my basement one--in which I keep NO fresh food. I only store SEALED, and NEVER BEEN OPENED items. And also my ice cold Coca-Coleys.
Thank you for that disclaimer. It makes me feel like I saved a tiny shred of my dignity.
Brace yourself, Marge. I give you the freezer of hunter man:
I do believe something's a'foul here...
But, whatever couldeth it be???
Let me show you thy up close view...
Oh, don't mind ole Phil the pheasant. He's just chillin'.
Like a villain.
Got his...talons...to the ceilin'...
Okay, I'll stop now.
For the rhyming, and also for the vision of my freezer forever embedded into your ever-loving memory.
Yeah, but what's in YOUR freezer, huh?