My home state has a feral hog crisis. Russian boars were introduced for sport hunting but have gotten out of control, destroying crops and crowding out desirable native wildlife. The state declared them a foreign invasive species and they can be hunted without a permit using any legal hunting technique. A landowner can get a permit that allows illegal hunting techniques–hunting over bait, at night, etc.– but, fer cryin’ out loud, no nude hunting. High priestess or not, there are such things as common decency … and poison ivy and poison oak … and ticks and chiggers. FCOL, cover up for boar hunting.
She’s made ’cause someone took her clothes.
And her nipples.
*MAD
dammit
This looks like the something out of the standard free vector clipart that came with my version of Corel Draw 6 in 1994.
It seems that every week there’s a news report about someone high on Bath Salts that takes off their clothes and rampages through the city.
It was just a matter of time before one of them ended up on a book cover.
LOL! Really! That was funny.
If you’ve got it, flaunt it…
That boar does have an air of charisma about it doesn’t it?
I’ve heard of animal magnetism… but dang!
Aw man, talk about your low-hanging fruit.
Alternate title: Hey, Check Out These Bewbs!
The group is on a roll with this one. Either that or I’m very susceptible to humor this morning. đ
I missed that episode of A&E’s American Hoggers; does anyone know the season and episode numbers?
My home state has a feral hog crisis. Russian boars were introduced for sport hunting but have gotten out of control, destroying crops and crowding out desirable native wildlife. The state declared them a foreign invasive species and they can be hunted without a permit using any legal hunting technique. A landowner can get a permit that allows illegal hunting techniques–hunting over bait, at night, etc.– but, fer cryin’ out loud, no nude hunting. High priestess or not, there are such things as common decency … and poison ivy and poison oak … and ticks and chiggers. FCOL, cover up for boar hunting.
Looks like she’s fixing to make pork chops, maybe she just didn’t want to get blood splatter on her clothes.
We have those hog problems, too.
But she’s only got a novelty sized screwdriver.
If she had bacon wings, she could be the High Priestess of Hog Heaven.
(Only feral cats in my area, and they probably aren’t as good with cereal as bacon is.)
Yeah, Priestess. Let’s twist one and inhale. Might make me forget this wretched cover.
This cover didn’t get the BOAR-ing tag?
The boobage without nipplage…