Man, You People Sure Like Guns
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"Why the hell would you drive my Mercedes G-SUV out here in the woods?" Aaron cried, motioning to the splintered and gnarled front grill with his rifle.
"The manual says it is an off road vehicle," I says, flipping through the pages as evidence. "I checked. Why should we lug all this crap around?"
"That car cost over a hundred thousand dollars!"
"And it runs like a dream. You can't even feel the rocks and trees once you get over 50 miles an hour."
"I had the biggest buck I've ever seen in my crosshairs," he scowls, throwing his cap to the ground. "And you drive up, blaring the horn-"
"I didn't want to accidentally run one of you over," I point out. "You guys take camping to a whole new level. It's hard to see you in all that camouflage stuff."
"This is a hunting trip!"
"Well even hunters have to take a break for lunch." Pulling the whistle from my neck I bleet out three sharp whistles and call loudly into the forest, "Guys, I win! I got a dozen Whoppers with cheese in the car!"
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