Licensed to kill gophers.
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As a digital photographer, during a Mommy and Dad and Me picture session, I once photographed a naked two-month-old infant child– mid-stream– peeing right into his Father’s mouth.
I do not mean peeing in the direction of Dad’s mouth, or striking him in the chin or the cheek. No, no, we’re talkin’ curving yellow stream from peenie to tongue, dead facility in Daddy’s open mouth.
I laughed so hard I dropped. It’s the only photo Daddy wanted to get.
Yet another time, while photographing an outdoor wedding event, I saw as the tuxedo-clad papa of the Bride given out containers of Busch Light to wedding event visitors as they were seated for the backyard ceremony. Not just one can mind you, uhh-ah, two canisters each, due to the fact that heaven forbid you run dry in the middle of the pledges.
Halfway via the extensive Lutheran 20 -min event, a chorus of “skrunch, pop, fizz” called out as the congregants completed one can, squashed it, and popped open the 2nd. The beer can chorus including a particular unforgettable country vibe to the Dixie Chicks roaring White Trash Wedding event from the boom-box set down in the …