I heard about this exchange between a reporter for The Independent and Ted Nugent on the radio this morning:

“What do these deer think when they see you coming?” I ask him. “Here comes the nice guy who puts out our dinner? Or, there’s the man that shot my brother?”

“I don’t think they’re capable of either of those thoughts, you Limey asshole. They’re only interested in three things: the best place to eat, having sex and how quickly they can run away. Much like the French.”

He’s often outrageous and sometimes ridiculous; but you gotta love Ted Nugent.