“Excuses, excuses, excuses. Last year, while interning at Social Services somewhere in rural, truly ass-backwards Virginia, I ran across the case of a client-- we'll call him the Deer Hunter-- who I thought needed a good one (excuse, that is). As they say, "Virginia is for Lovers." In this case, the Deer Hunter was in love with two things: hunting and humping. Police learned that the hard way, disc”
