apparently, his friend likes to shoot little animals square in the face, with a big massive gun. He enjoys going on little killing sprees on a weekend evening with a group of friends. They all go in a little van together, like the A-Team of death. Anyway, this one night, not long ago, they saw a field that looked like it was a good place to murder some pheasants. My fiends friend, lets call him Dave suggested that they go to the house of the farmer who owned the field and check that it was ok to shoot on his land. Dave went to the door, as the others stayed in the van, and asked if this was ok. The farmer replied that it was fine, but asked him a favour in return. 'My daughter has a horse in a field down the lane, its on its last legs, and needs putting down. Its going to cost loads for the vet to do it though, could you do me a favour and shoot it whilst you're down there?'. Dave replied that it would be fine, and then went back to the van and said 'Sorry lads, the farmer is being a right nobhead, he said we couldn't do it'. He then drove the van down the lane, then stopped and shouted 'I'LL SHOW THAT MOTHERFUCKER'. He got out, jumped the fence and marched straight up the horse, and shot it in the head. He turned around thinking 'my mates are going to think that I'm well hard now', just in time to see all of his mates open fire on the cows in the field. He didn't mention anything to them and just got back in the van.
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