If they make cheese in the shape of a vagina, I might stop being lactose intolerant.
What???
At the risk of asking something stupid, if some guy wants to have sex with a dead deer or frozen chicken, why should I/we care?
Legally, that is.
Probably for the same reason why people get all upset at the thought of two (or more) consenting adult homosexuals going at it in the privacy of their own bedrooms, or unmarried straight couples boinking, or people going to titty bars, or swing clubs, or polygamist marriages, or bondage, or any other of a number of things.
What is it with you Wisconsinites and wanting to screw the dead?
Robin
What, don’t they have apple pie where you live?
I thought “deer jacking” meant something else entirely. 
If your apple pies are still coming out of the oven tasting like a vagina, I think you need to re-examine your recipe.
My god. This place. The things it makes you say. 
( I swear I like you Shirley I hold minefield responsible. Yeah. That’s it… )
Are you saying she shouldn’t be using as much vagina in her recipe, or that she’s using the wrong kind of vagina? And where does the deer go?
The deer goes in the woods. Like a bear.
say I want to lick your kneecaps.
Ha, cyber gold, that was.
I for one would not poke my willy into a dead deer. So it is in all hoensty that I have to ask. How do you get caught doing something like this?
All I’m sayin’ is that perhaps she is using the canned commercially prepared stuff instead of the fresher vagina that many of your better cooks keep on hand.
( I suspect that were I to ever even dream of meeting Shirley Ujest at a Dopefest and enjoying her company, I have now successfully wrecked any possibility of that occurring in this lifetime. Nevertheless, by god I’m hitting Submit Reply. )
The deer? Why, they’re right in the mix. They’re drawn by the taste of salt.
Sorry, the bear is Catholic. It’s the Pope who goes in the woods. A bavarian woods, at that.
An aside to you folks who are cooking hot vagina pie, I’m ready to help with national franchising opportunities-unfortunately “finger lickin’ good” is already taken as a catch phrase.
By neglecting to close the bedroom door.
I’m just sayin’…
But not everyone can afford the good stuff. Have you any idea how much fresh vagina right off the vine costs? Sometimes you gotta turn off Emeril and just slum it.
May I humbly submit “Think inside the bun?”
So is “Bet you can’t eat just one.”
There have been tremendous strides lately in retort-packaging for vagina. Cheaper than fresh, but without that “canned” taste.
… I’ve got tears.
And, a plethora of filthy puns re: naming this new kind of dessert. All of which I will set aside.
I’ve invented the new rage dish. Ya’ll can name it. Just remember, Uncle Toonsey gets 66%. Gross.
( like fresh hot vagina pie isn’t gross already. )
silenus, bite your tongue. None of my product tastes “canned”.
Sure, it might have a distinctly light spring-fresh aroma, but canned? Nope !!
How have we gone this long without beating the dead horse that is Hal Briston?
See, if it was night, that means that he ignored an oncoming car’s headlights as he was banging the deer. I assume it was done during the day. Why he wouldn’t drag it towards the woods, I don’t know (assuming it’s not a big honkin’ deer).
This man got caught because he was careless!
I think you need to re-examine your oven. 
It’s the damned anchovies.
There, you’ve drawn me into your nasty little plot.
I hope you are all happy.
Just a cotton-pickin’ minute. I think we’re all assuming it was a female deer. We might be dealing with necrohomobeastiality here.