the talk (Ext2)

Anyway, back in the 80s a poor guy's truck broke down in the mountains of Western Montana. He started walking and got tired and sat on a tree stump to rest and lit one up.

Some idiot out hunting shot him in the arm. The group provided aid to the man and got him to town. The guy that shot him was arrested and taken to court. He told the judge he thought the guy was a bear.

Judge asked him if he spent time in the woods and he said "yes" and judge asked him "How often have you see a bear sit on a stump and light up a cig ?" The man got some prison time.

Really

Anyway, back in the 80s a poor guy's truck broke down in the mountains of Western Montana. He started walking and got tired and sat on a tree stump to rest and lit one up.

Some idiot out hunting shot him in the arm. The group provided aid to the man and got him to town. The guy that shot him was arrested and taken to court. He told the judge he thought the guy was a bear.

Judge asked him if he spent time in the woods and he said "yes" and judge asked him "How often have you see a bear sit on a stump and light up a cig ?" The man got some prison time.

Really sad thing for the victim was he only had one arm and the idiot shot the other one off.

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Mama counting change while they hiding in the covers

Broken dreams scattered like bottles in the lot

Sirens blare normal, nobody getting caught

Nine-year-olds scheming for a pocketful of knots

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Teachers don’t ask, act like they never shook

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