Mr Brown
Registered
A Californian moved from LA to Missoula, Montana. A tree hugger and
anti-hunter, she purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large
tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted to get a
good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started to climb
the big tree. As she neared the tip she encountered a spotted owl that
attacked her.
In her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and
ended up collecting a number of splinters . . . in her crotch.
In considerable pain she hurried to the nearest country doctor. She
told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was, and how she
got the splinters, and that she had come to get all the splinters
removed. The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then
told her to go into the examination room and he would see if he could
help her.
She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor reappeared.
The angry lady demanded "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service and the Bureau of
Land Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a
recreational area and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."
<!--EDIT|Mr Brown
Reason for Edit: None given...|1119688333 -->
anti-hunter, she purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large
tree on one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted to get a
good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started to climb
the big tree. As she neared the tip she encountered a spotted owl that
attacked her.
In her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and
ended up collecting a number of splinters . . . in her crotch.
In considerable pain she hurried to the nearest country doctor. She
told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was, and how she
got the splinters, and that she had come to get all the splinters
removed. The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then
told her to go into the examination room and he would see if he could
help her.
She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor reappeared.
The angry lady demanded "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service and the Bureau of
Land Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a
recreational area and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."
<!--EDIT|Mr Brown
Reason for Edit: None given...|1119688333 -->
