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Those were probably elk. Elk don’t care.

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We apologise for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible have been sacked.

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Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretty nasti…

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Or they might have been Mexican whooping llamas.

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RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!

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We apologise again for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible for sacking the people who have just been sacked, have been sacked.

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All this talk of meese and no one has mentioned

FIFY.

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Hey! That moose is not allowed in here anymore! No! Out! Beat it!

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by the way, this is what happens when an extremely white person drives around in a convertible all summer long

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Møøse trained by UTTE HERMSGERVØRDENBRØTBØRDA

Special Møøse Effects OLAF PROT

Møøse Costumes SIGGI CHURCHILL

Møøse Choreographed by HORST PROT III

Miss Taylor’s Møøses by HENGST DOUGLAS-HOME

Møøse trained to mix concrete and sign complicated insurance forms by JURGEN WIGG

Møøses’ noses wiped by BJØRN IRKESTØM-SLATER WALKER

Large møøse on the left hand side of the screen in the third scene from the end, given a thorough grounding in Latin, French and “O” Level Geography by BO BENN

Suggestive poses for the Møøse suggested by VIC ROTTER

Antler-care by LIV THATCHER

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:musical_note:Cuidado… Cuidado… Cuidado e llamas! :musical_note:

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The directors of the firm hired to continue the credits after the other people had been sacked, wish it to be known that they have just been sacked.

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Hey! That’s my IKEA shopping list!

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Don’t be fatuous, blahblah.

Arriving soon will be the Power Tower Pull-Up and Dip Station.

Bring your own towels to mop up your own damned sweat after your “usage.”

I have concluded that the lintels of the doors cannot reliably hold our attempts to do pull-ups or chin-ups, therefore I’m acquiring this device. It is to be stabilized in the center of the front entrance, so that no messy bleeders will get on the bar, the Hammond organ, or the whiteboards. Nor the moosehead, nor the boar’s head (yes, I have one of the latter…dammit…I think that got thrown away by a family member decades ago…damn…it was a good one, too.).

My former bf who has passed on to the other side in '17 was a good hunter. We had 2 bucks hanging in our livingroom.
He once came home from duck hunting and plucked it out back. Stuck it in the oven and roasted it. He sat at the table eating it with his hands while spitting the pellets out on the plate.
The point of this story is a moose is way bigger than a buck. I cant imagine it on my wall.
I bought him this beautiful aquarium (i wanted it too) it was big i forget how many gallons but it sat on a wooden stand. It was expensive. I was looking forward to picking out pretty fish with him. Decorating it with cute stuff.
I came home from work after we had it setup. He put a piranha in it. Just water, rocks, and one small fish eating fish. I wouldn’t even justify him with a name. He was Fish. He loved him. Fed him raw chicken. I refused to get the goldfish for him and woukd not watch the carnage. He and his friends would get tanked up and watch. He lasted 7 years. And after his death Jimmy fileted him and kept his sharp teeth.
I know what you’re thinking “Chrissy13 you should def right a children’s book!” Well, dont you worry I got it in the works, just looking for someone to do the illustrations.

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I know just the person! C13 herself! You can draw it with both eyes closed!

Yeah, right on about the moosehead…think about an elk…then think about an elk twice the size.

That mutha, the moosehead would dominate a room! People be running into it all the damn time!

Ugh…kind of peeved my mother tossed the boar’s head whenever…it was really her mother’s second husband who, I guess owned a bar called probably the “Boar’s Head” or something…before absconding with my maternal grandmother’s considerable money (earned by her first husband, my maternal grandfather) off to the Philippines or something. They tried to track him down, but no joy.

Leaving my last memories of grandma O’Leary dying of lung cancer in a two bedroom apartment…during which she taught me all kinds of games of poker when we’d visit…salty old bird, last of her kind.

That might have been the reason the boar’s head got dumpsterized…probably…but I used to love that on my wall.

If you are serious, my uncle has illustrated at least one children’s book, and would gladly make some rough sketches that I could send you files of.

But (i) I think you’re joking a bit and (ii) I think you also know damned well you could illustrate your own…bits of fancy…better than anyone else.

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It’s just a stuffed moose head. Please stop trying to seduce it.

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