A group of rednecks went deer hunting and paired off in two's for the day. That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight point buck.
"Where's Billy Bob?" one of his buddies asked between spits of chewing tobacco.
"Billy Bob looked to had a stroke of some kind. Passed right out he did! He's a couple a miles back up the trail."
"You left Billy Bob jes a-laying out there and carried this here deer back?!"
"Yeah, it were a tough call," nodded the deer-totin' redneck, "but I figured no one's a gonna steal Billy Bob!"
"Where's Billy Bob?" one of his buddies asked between spits of chewing tobacco.
"Billy Bob looked to had a stroke of some kind. Passed right out he did! He's a couple a miles back up the trail."
"You left Billy Bob jes a-laying out there and carried this here deer back?!"
"Yeah, it were a tough call," nodded the deer-totin' redneck, "but I figured no one's a gonna steal Billy Bob!"
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