Poor Joe

[marval]

A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day.

That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of a large buck.

"Where's Joey?" the others asked.

"Joe had a stroke or something. He's a couple of miles back up the trail," the successful hunter replied.

"You left Joe laying out there and carried the deer back?" they inquired.

"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is going to steal Joe!"

[tonyav]

Ah a stag party then, marval.

[Psybbo]

Oh Deer me!

[DaisyNonna]

Dear dear

[marval]

Doe, that was a good answer.

[marval]

Good answers all round.

[excelsior-1]

just passing the buck, then

[Svejk]

could have been a hart attack.