RangerDanger
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I was hunting in southern Oregon and shot a moose.
So I strap him on the fender of my car and head home on the I-5.
But what I didn't realize was the moose was not dead. The bullet had just grazed his head, knocking him unconscious.
So I'm driving home and the moose wakes up.
And the moose is like signaling for turns and stuff.
And there's a law in California against driving with a conscious moose on your fender Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.
Anyway now I'm back in L.A. and I have a live moose what am I to do?
Then it hits me! I was going to a costume party that night so I figure I'll take the moose and leave him at the party!
So the moose and I go to the party. The moose mingles. Did very well. Scored a dime bag.
Midnight rolls around, time for prizes for the best costume.
First place goes to--the Goldberg's, a married Jewish couple dressed as a moose. The moose come in 2nd.
The moose is furious!
He and the Goldbergs lock antlers in the living room.
They knock each other out, I figure here's my chance, grab the moose and drive back to the woods but--I got the Goldbergs.
So I'm driving with 2 Jewish people on my fender.
And there's a law in California against driving with Jewish people on your fender Tuesdays, Thursdays and especially Saturdays.
The next morning the Goldbergs wake up in the woods dressed in a moose suit.
Mr. Goldberg is shot, stuffed and mounted at the Beverly Hills Country Club, but the joke's on the country club cause they don't allow Jews.
So I strap him on the fender of my car and head home on the I-5.
But what I didn't realize was the moose was not dead. The bullet had just grazed his head, knocking him unconscious.
So I'm driving home and the moose wakes up.
And the moose is like signaling for turns and stuff.
And there's a law in California against driving with a conscious moose on your fender Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.
Anyway now I'm back in L.A. and I have a live moose what am I to do?
Then it hits me! I was going to a costume party that night so I figure I'll take the moose and leave him at the party!
So the moose and I go to the party. The moose mingles. Did very well. Scored a dime bag.
Midnight rolls around, time for prizes for the best costume.
First place goes to--the Goldberg's, a married Jewish couple dressed as a moose. The moose come in 2nd.
The moose is furious!
He and the Goldbergs lock antlers in the living room.
They knock each other out, I figure here's my chance, grab the moose and drive back to the woods but--I got the Goldbergs.
So I'm driving with 2 Jewish people on my fender.
And there's a law in California against driving with Jewish people on your fender Tuesdays, Thursdays and especially Saturdays.
The next morning the Goldbergs wake up in the woods dressed in a moose suit.
Mr. Goldberg is shot, stuffed and mounted at the Beverly Hills Country Club, but the joke's on the country club cause they don't allow Jews.
