My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
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(3 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)Loading...For every level of grief, there is a tier of joy.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...Everyone, no matter their station in life, performs genetic mutation experiments with mammals. We all have our cross two bears.
(Rate This Pun)Loading...Life is like hunting. There are no easy antlers.
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