dead men tell no tales...
...and drink no wine, and are therefore no good at partiesWednesday, November 02, 2005
Hooooleeeee Sheeeeeit!
An Arkansas man heard crashing glass in his daughter's bedroom.
He went in there to see what it was.
It was a huge five-point whitetail buck, thrashing about.
Dude killed it with his bare hands.
Damn.
My favorite quote from the article:
Goldsberry intended to have the deer processed for its meat.
That just sounds fucking pimp. "I have bested ye in hand-to-hand combat, and now will have ye processed for thy meat." Word, Arkansas dude. Word.
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