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I Grew Up Around Hunters. I Love Guns, Bows, Arrows, Compasses And Binoculars. I Don't Do Any Of That Stuff, I Just Like The Stuff. I Shot One Animal, In My Life, And I Didn't Like It. If I Had To Skin An Animal To Eat It, I'd Probably Eat Vegetables.

A Car Crossed Two Lanes Of Traffic, Flipped, And Landed On My Dad's Car. I Don't Blame Cars. My Dad Loved Cars. I Don't Have Many Memories Of My Dad. The Love Of Cars Is All I Have Of Him, Really.

Speeding Is Like Drugs. It Makes Everything Come At You Fast, And When You Go Back To Normal Driving, Safe Driving, Prudent Driving, It Seems Boring. That's The Danger Of Drugs. At First It's Intoxicating, But Then The Rest Of Your Life You're Trying To Find That Very First Time. It Never Is The Same.

Electricity Can Be Dangerous. My Nephew Tried To Stick A Penny Into A Plug. Whoever Said A Penny Doesn't Go Far Didn't See Him Shoot Across That Floor. I Told Him He Was Grounded.

Can A Woodchuck Chuck Wood? Because The Question Is, "how Much Wood Could A Woodchuck Chuck If," So You Haven't Established Or Proved Without Any Shadow Of A Doubt That A Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood. Frankly, I Believe That They Chew Wood. I Don't Think They Can Chuck Wood At All! I Take Offense To The Whole Chucking Question.