So we get back on the road, and we’re feeling refreshed. We’re now heading to the woods of Minnesota to do some skeet hunting.
We travel into the wilderness, right by the Lake of the Isles, and begin to shoot: Bam ba-dang boom! “Look, I got a good one,” I announce. “Let’s cook ’er on up!”
So we put some barbecue sauce on the freshly killed skeet, along with ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, apple butter, and custard.
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