Bluespook wrote:There was this black guy, friend of a friend, who was from the city and came out to drink with us good ole boys one night. Great guy, about the best blues guitarist i've ever had the chance to see live. Anyway, he starts freaking about kkk types and stuff once the sun went down. Just had to reassure him that the most dangerous thing out here in this neck of the woods is a bunch of heavily armed rednecks and if anyone wants a piece of him, they gotta go through us. didn't do much to calm him at first, until the shotguns and my AK came out, then he realized, the ATF would have a tough time taking him away, to say nothing of some dumb ass klansmen.
Two Hearted wrote:This is why I live out in the sticks (OK, not the number one reason, but it's somewhere on the list).
The zombies come, and my fam and I high tail it out to our property deep in the woods (even farther out in the sticks), blow up the one bridge on the 2 track that leads out there, and live off our considerable hunting, fishing and survival skills. Actually sounds quite nice...
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