My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
I’m seeking a new financial services provider for my deer friend. I’m looking for the most bank for my buck.
Editorials in Venison magazine always start off the same way: ‘Deer Eater…’
Don’t eat venison. Too many caribouhydrates.
Deer Valentine: today, let’s have a hart to hart. I’ll spend lots of doe on you, and we can have some fawn.
What did the deer say to the sheep? “I’m very faun of ewe.“
Liquefied deer make great faun’d ooze.
Which animals like to get drunk? Caribous. They love elkohol, they gazelle it down; especially Moosehead. There’s nothing quite like an ice cold deer.
Brigadiers like imprisoning Bambi?