Posted on 10/25/2013 11:57:18 AM PDT by Responsibility2nd
OSLO - A Norwegian hunter took aim at a moose, but missed and accidentally hit a man sitting on the toilet in a nearby cabin on Thursday, police said.
The bullet whizzed past the animal, pierced the wooden wall behind it and struck the man, in his seventies, in the stomach, the force told public broadcaster NRK.
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“and struck the man, in his seventies,”
One of the worst places to be shot.
What’s the Obamacare code for “shot by a moose hunter while sitting on the toilet”?
That moose must have been really special.
What’s the Obamacare code for “shot by a moose hunter while sitting on the toilet”?
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I know this one! It’s DP. A very common ObamaCare code.
Stands for Death Panel.
That’s the prescription.
The fact he misses the moose is no reason for him to take it out on the man on the toilet.
Moose bites can be nasti.
Maybe the MAN bit his sister?
Quick, find out if Dick Cheney was in Norway.
That was bad, really bad.
5.56mm
I thought simply getting shot in my 6 or 12 positions would be horrible...to get shot in my 70’s...egads!
I miss my moose. He left in the spring and never came back....He ran off with my sister.
A moose hunter once shot my sister.
Just damn! My condolences.
5.56mm
“The bullet whizzed past the animal...”
I see what they did there.
I shot a moose once. I was hunting in upstate New York, and I shot a moose. And I strap him onto the fender of my car, and I’m driving along the West Side Highway. But what I didn’t realize was that the bullet did not penetrate the moose. It just creased his scalp, knocking him unconscious.
And I’m driving through the Holland Tunnel and the moose wakes up. So I’m driving with a live moose on my fender and the moose is signaling for a turn. And there’s a law in New York State against driving with a conscious moose on your fender, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
And I’m very panicky. And then it hits me—some friends of mine are having a costume party. I’ll go. I’ll take the moose. I’ll ditch him at the party. It won’t be my responsibility. So I drive up to the party and I knock on the door, and the moose is next to me. My host comes to the door. I say, ‘Hello, you know the Solomons.’ We enter. The moose mingles. Did very well. Scored. Some guy was trying to sell him insurance for an hour and a half.
Twelve o’clock comes, they give out prizes for the best costume of the night. First prize goes to the Berkowitzes, a married couple dressed as a moose. The moose comes in second. The moose is furious. He and the Berkowitzes lock antlers in the living room. They knock each other unconscious. Now, I figure, here’s my chance. I grab the moose, strap him on my fender, and shoot back to the woods. But I’ve got the Berkowitzes. So I’m driving along with two Jewish people on my fender. And there’s a law in New York State, Tuesday, Thursday, and especially Saturday....
The following morning, the Berkowitzes wake up in the woods in a moose suit. Mr. Berkowitz is shot, stuffed, and mounted at the New York Athletic Club. And the joke is on them, ‘cause it’s restricted.
—Woody Allen
I’ll bet that guy on the toilet about $hit when the bullet crashed through the wall and into his gut.
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