Due to the geographic seclusion of my deer lease, the only available eatery within 50 miles is Allsups. I had two hatch chilli burritos at 5 am this morning and I am certain that I'm experiencing renal failure.
By the time I nestled in my blind my guts were screaming at me in German. I grabbed my tp roll and cowboy walked about 50 yards from the blind before the uranium rod dropped in my gut and I unleashed fat man on Hiroshima. If not for the death grip I held on a tree branch, I would have likely escaped the atmosphere.
After a day of cold sweats and crying out to the Lord for mercy I keep asking myself, how do people eat this stuff on a regular basis?
Does living in a place like Aspermont or Paducah give you the digestive tract of a buzzard? Similar to the locals who drink Mexican tap water?
By the time I nestled in my blind my guts were screaming at me in German. I grabbed my tp roll and cowboy walked about 50 yards from the blind before the uranium rod dropped in my gut and I unleashed fat man on Hiroshima. If not for the death grip I held on a tree branch, I would have likely escaped the atmosphere.
After a day of cold sweats and crying out to the Lord for mercy I keep asking myself, how do people eat this stuff on a regular basis?
Does living in a place like Aspermont or Paducah give you the digestive tract of a buzzard? Similar to the locals who drink Mexican tap water?
