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I went on a long walk today with my dog, Gypsy. I felt I needed it. We passed a flock of vultures that flew away from a large half eaten boar. The birds sure pick their food clean. Past the shoulders it was nothing but bone. Further on we found a boar's skull. With all the tracks in the area its no wonder really. I think my Dad may be dumping them out there, but who knows. He's offered me the chance to come out and shoot them already caught in cages... yeah thats just so sportsman like. No thanks, dad. Ok enough about the dead boars. Can you tell im in a poor mood?
Looking for a job sucks.
Looking for a job sucks.