A hunter kills a deer and brings it home.
He decides to clean and serve the venison for supper.
He knows his kids are fussy eaters,
and won't eat it if they know what it is - so he does not tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for supper?"
"You'll see", says his dad.
They start eating supper and his daughter keeps asking what they're eating. "Ok," says her dad, "here's a hint, its what your mother sometimes calls me."
"We're eating a$#hole!!", she screams.
He decides to clean and serve the venison for supper.
He knows his kids are fussy eaters,
and won't eat it if they know what it is - so he does not tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for supper?"
"You'll see", says his dad.
They start eating supper and his daughter keeps asking what they're eating. "Ok," says her dad, "here's a hint, its what your mother sometimes calls me."
"We're eating a$#hole!!", she screams.
