I was camping in the Smokey Mountains last night with nothing more than a sleeping bag and a 12 pack of mountain dew. There is something about sleeping naked under that stars that makes me feel like a real man, kinda like Jack Palance or a Bruce Villanch. As I lay on top of my sleeping bag in the darkness I heard some rustling in the bushes. I rubbed an empty mountain dew bottle on my beard until the friction caused the plastic to light on fire and act as a torch. As I got closed to the noise part of me was afraid that danger was ahead and another part of me was excited at what i was going to find. I was a little let down that the noise was just a couple of squirrels high fiving each other like on the Geico commercial. I chuckled a little a bit ate a raw pine cone and then I had the best night of sleep ever.
When I got home to Wilfey this morning he wan't pleased with me at all. It was my turn to dry the turkey jerky and he beat me so hard that I will never leave before completing my jerky work. So I am a little bruised up today btu I am also enjoying the wonderful jerky Wilfey made.
Until we meet again my friends.
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