Sea of Humanity

Let's Go Hunting!

Grab your guns dere folks! Throw on da camouflage and ya bright orange huntin vests, or at least da hat. We're going huntin! Dis ain't no normal huntin either. Dis is big game. We and da boys are going after da meanin of life and we're a gonna don kill it dead.

Da way I see it, wera breakin up inta three teams. One da teams will stay in ma truck drinkin da beers, smoking ciggies, and listenin to da country. Dat dere is da team I am headin up. Team two, will be sent out deep into da woods to look for da "elk". Or so us stalkin sons of bitches will tell em before we led em head off. After we don det get good and sauced we gonna get dem guns good and loaded and head outta here afta der Elk chasin asses.

Wadda we learn from dis? Da meaning of life is best expressed in blood curdling screams...yup sure is...oh and Johnny dere, da wife and young uns were important because he kept bring em up before we shot him clean through da dat dere chest of his. Den Bob. Well, den Bob thinks life is full of shit, least dat is what he did in his pants before gettin knocked off. Oooooo eeeee! Boy life stinks up a good one ever now and dem, donut. Whee, I told Jed dere I sure ain't cleanin dat one up. No siree.

Now da Cooch was takin notes on all dis philosophizin we did wid da guns an all. Course spilt beer over da whole paypa he got der. Hell! He can't write no how anyway! Meanin o'life ain't nothin but a good chase and a good chew. Hawck! Spitoooey! Least dats what we been thinkin around here now for years, just ask my grand pappy.