That’s what she said, yo’ mama
As I get older, or more accurately, as my children (read:son) get older, my sense of humor degenerates to that of a 12-year-old boy. That is, it’s totally inappropriate.
I get it naturally. My dad has a wicked sense of humor, quite ribald at times. Even the deer that populate the woods near his home are rude and irreverent.
My dad is a life-long hunter. When I was growing up, he often provided venison, water fowl, even rabbit for our family dinner table. Now, he is more of a target shooter. On the back of his property he has set up several shooting stations. One, a large wooden frame, is for posting paper targets, often with a deer silhouette.
As you can see in the indicated circle, the deer are not impressed with his hunting prowess. That pile of pellets directly in front of the target frame, is their way of saying, “you ain’t gonna do shit.”