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6 comments:
*snort*
Funny :D
My favorite part, "It was like the Duke boys..."
Wow. That was hilarious.
Very very weird, but hilarious.
What I keep coming back to is:
"I smelled that deer until 10 o'clock that night,"
In the school I went to for my junior and senior years, each of us had a chore assigned to us (and they rotated monthly), and the golden chore for me was cleaning up the back porch behind the kitchen. This was an awesome chore, because you could do it in five minutes flat most mornings. Take the garbage to the dumpster, hose off the porch. Easy peasy.
Until the morning I stepped out to the most undescribable smell...
What I was told was that a deer had been donated to the school. Whole. And then butchered on the back porch. Hours earlier.
And no matter how much I scrubbed that damned porch, I was smelling deer for days after. While being made to eat it for dinner every night.
It was...nasty.
Suffice it to say, I hate deer. I hate venison. I...am so glad I live in the city.
I spent about two and a half years in NC... Oh yeah that is fitting for there.
I went to a wedding that had a "pig pickin'" as the main entree while I lived there.
For those who don't know, that involved spitting whole pigs, roasting them over coals, and when you wanted some you just tore off what you wanted from the carcass.
It has been almost three years since then and I still am only eating turkey bacon.
My favorite comment was "How did he get it in there? That was a five point buck!"
Instead of, say, "Why did he get it in there?"
It also makes me wonder if the officer would have found a younger deer less amazing.
"Oh, well, sure...a little doe like that? Sure. Be surprised if there WASN'T one inside..."
--Sean
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