Bang! ... My bad!
Feb. 13th, 2006 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fancycwabsI'm told by a hunting fanatic coworker that quail hunters shoot each other all the frickin' time. Something about the nature of the hunt, quail being ground nesters and low flyers. Still, the thought of Dick Cheney capping one of his hunting buddies is amusing in the "I don't personally know any of these people" way.
The funniest part of the story, to me, is the fact that there was a medical team and an ambulance at the ready anyway, just in case Cheney has a heart attack. I imagine a team of EMT's on orange and white four-wheelers with the word "ECNALUBMA" written on the front, slowing following Cheney through the fields, third in line in the Vice-Presidential convoy at all times, checking in on him periodically in his office:
"Not experiencing any pains, Mr. Vice-President? No numbness in your left arm? Very well then, continue on with your scheming and plotting."
The funniest part of the story, to me, is the fact that there was a medical team and an ambulance at the ready anyway, just in case Cheney has a heart attack. I imagine a team of EMT's on orange and white four-wheelers with the word "ECNALUBMA" written on the front, slowing following Cheney through the fields, third in line in the Vice-Presidential convoy at all times, checking in on him periodically in his office:
"Not experiencing any pains, Mr. Vice-President? No numbness in your left arm? Very well then, continue on with your scheming and plotting."
