Y’all quit hating on ole Redneck. He’s just a humble trophy hunter, hanging nine on a great big adrenaline wave of emotion in his living room while sporting his new underwear that Santy Clause just brought him. His sister comes by and tells him about all the commotion on FB about his deer and says “let’s get a picture of you with all of your deer heads” and he complied. You know he’s still on cloud nine and hasn’t slept much due to the adrenaline rush from killing the monster buck, therefore, due to the sleep deprivation, it probably never crossed his mind to at least put on a pair of jeans and a clean wifebeater before posing for the photo.
Last edited by Lonster; 01/04/20 01:55 AM.
