"Hey, hoser... you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn! My grandma shoots better than you, and she's blind!" Bambi's Canadian cousin Harold didn't run from hunters. He liked to egg them on.

Phew! Lunch is getting harder to catch. That last tourist ran pretty fast for a fat guy.

DAY 126: LARRY GROWS SUSPICIOUS

THATS HIM THE ONE ENJOYING A McDOUBLE