October 23, 2017, 11:57:29 PM


Author Topic: A Letter from Home  (Read 959 times)

Offline Nuss

  • Gut Pile Club Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 117
A Letter from Home
« on: July 24, 2008, 09:06:33 PM »
 Dearest Redneck Brother,

I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't live
where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most
accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won't be
able to send you the address because the last West Virginiafamily that
lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to
change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure
about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven't seen
them since.

The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time
for three days and the second time for four days.

About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would
be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off
and put them in the pockets.

Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because
it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is
yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.

Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull
him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated, he burned
for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was
driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two
friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the
tailgate down!

There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal
has happened.

Your Favorite Brother,

Billyjo Jimbob Jr.

 :uglystupid2 :D ;D

May your campfires burn bright and all of your arrows fly true.

Offline John Andrews

  • Global Moderator
  • Hardcore Carnivore with Gut Pile Style!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17661
  • "If it bleeds....We can kill it!" ANDREWS
Re: A Letter from Home
« Reply #1 on: July 25, 2008, 01:48:31 AM »
 :roll: ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Hunting Discussion Forum and Chat on Whitetail Deer Hunting- Bow Hunting- Muzzleloader Hunting- Fishing- Firearms- Outdoor News- Cleaning Game- Deer Pictures- Fish Pictures and more at www.gutpilestyle.com !

Offline Big58cal

  • Global Moderator
  • Hardcore Carnivore with Gut Pile Style!
  • *****
  • Posts: 14238
Re: A Letter from Home
« Reply #2 on: July 25, 2008, 04:43:28 PM »
I know some people around where I grew up that resemble that. :roll:
The only purpose of bread is to hold meat!

John Andrews Is My Hero!

In all seriousness, the Marlin is a great rifle, too. I own a Model 60, one of the best rifles ever made.
Brownings are nice, but in terms of quality AND accuarcy AND ruggedness, it's hard to beat the Marlin.
California sucks that's it.

Offline John Andrews

  • Global Moderator
  • Hardcore Carnivore with Gut Pile Style!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17661
  • "If it bleeds....We can kill it!" ANDREWS
Re: A Letter from Home
« Reply #3 on: July 25, 2008, 05:09:41 PM »
I know some people around where I grew up that resemble that. :roll:
;D ;D ;D They must have some close relatives that live close to here.
Hunting Discussion Forum and Chat on Whitetail Deer Hunting- Bow Hunting- Muzzleloader Hunting- Fishing- Firearms- Outdoor News- Cleaning Game- Deer Pictures- Fish Pictures and more at www.gutpilestyle.com !

Offline Morax

  • Hardcore Carnivore with Gut Pile Style!
  • ******
  • Posts: 4307
  • hell even Monkeys can use a sharp stick
Re: A Letter from Home
« Reply #4 on: July 27, 2008, 12:19:55 PM »
I know some people around where I grew up that resemble that. :roll:

didnt yer wife marry into that??

and just for a self sharp stick poke, i married into the family who took a inversion table out of the attic and strained thier back (for those who donno a inversion table is used for flipping you upside down to relive back pain)
when in doubt shoot twice

 


Facebook Comments