"... some people mix with Irish whiskey." You don't say? Imagine that. Fourty (forty) minutes ago, I plagiarized in a FB group... 8PM. Bedtime for the lucky ones. >;-) Sleep well, 'Twas the night before Moosemas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The guns and ammo were set by the door with care, In hopes that a big bull soon would be theirs; The hunters were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of filled tags danced in their heads;... Good luck. Bonne chasse. Especially Roch on accounta I wants me a feed a mooze eh?
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