Great hunter part 2
Whenever I post a picture. I get a rash of uploads along similar lines of the recent post. Post a hunter, get a bunch of hunter pictures. I have quite the backlog of photos to upload so if yours isn’t up yet, if it’s good enough, it soon will.
July 11th, 2002 at 1:25 pm
Picture taken before drunk hunter friend blows beer can away with 30-30 … “Ah bet you cain’t hit it”
January 14th, 2003 at 7:34 pm
“Just one sip of INSTANT REDNECK and you too will be transformed into a true redneck.” Two hillbillies invented this drink and claimed that anyone who tries it will be changed immediately into a true hillbilly. We found Billy Bob and Jeb in their shotgun shack in Tennessee and asked them to prove their claim. They needed someone to experiment on, they claimed. A few minutes later, a stockbroker in a business suit and polished shoes on his way to a business meeting wandered in and asked for directions to the Interstate. The hillbillies looked at each other and decided to try out their recipe on him; if this dignified, well-dressed businessman could be transformed, then it works! They offered him a drink. He accepted. Well, we heard his red suspenders snap and saw his cufflinks and Rolex drop off. Then his black wingtip shoes dissolved, followed by his black socks, leaving him barefoot in his business suit. Then his briefcase turned into a shotgun. Then we watched in amazement as his expensive pinstriped suit, silk tie and white shirt began to change into the redneck outfit he is wearing in the photo, and that old hat appeared on his head. Jeb and Billy Bob laughed out loud, while the stockbroker looked at himself in astonishment. Then we looked outside; his BMW was changing into a pickup before our eyes. Dirt grew on his manicured hands; his hundred dollar haircut grew shaggy, and a two day growth of beard appeared on his face. Then the biggest test: when he opened his mouth, he said “What’s goin’ on!? Why you doin’ this to me?!” Yes, he was now a true redneck, and we took his photo, above. So if you’re tired of the life of a successful businessman and want a new start, try INSTANT REDNECK, like our friend above. P.S. His name is now Bubba, and of course he’s not a stockbroker anymore, but he has a new job helping Jeb and Billy Bob in the still.
May 25th, 2002 at 9:46 pm
“yeah dude, tryin on the fakeleys..”
May 5th, 2002 at 11:41 pm
guns don’t kill people, drunks with guns kill people
May 15th, 2002 at 12:41 pm
Camouflage + Beer = The Invisible Drunk
May 6th, 2002 at 4:21 am
Drink while hunting man! You’ll see twice the amount of game!
June 3rd, 2002 at 5:44 pm
Hey I opened this one usin’ my 12 Guage!
February 18th, 2004 at 11:49 am
Phil (Lumpy) McCrevice says;
“It’s mo-rons like you that gives us huntin-folk a bad name!”
May 20th, 2002 at 2:57 am
You might be a redneck if…
May 9th, 2002 at 10:10 am
all ned would recall the next morning was waking up in the middle of the woods next to a deer and his camouflage lieing in a neat pile by the tree
January 13th, 2003 at 10:49 pm
Would you believe it? A month agoI was a well-dressed executive on my way to work when a homeless bum asked for change. I said “no”. He said “This could be you, Mr. Pinstripes!” I laughed. “Don’t laugh at me, Mr. Executive!” I kept laughing..Something hit my head and when I woke up, I was sitting on the street with a “spare change” sign in one hand and this cup in the other. My thousand dollar pinstriped suit, silk tie, white shirt, tasseled loafers, dress socks, Rolex and briefcase were gone, and I was barefoot and wearing these clothes. Later, my boss saw me and fired me, and they kicked me out of the condo. Moral: Watch what you say to a homeless man.
May 20th, 2002 at 2:56 am
So, I’s jus’ sittin’ over der and den dis big ole’ moose comes a’runnin’ over yonder. I grabs my rifle… hic Sweet Jesus man, I think ders something in this here brewski! Anyway Jeb, so where was I? Oh yeah, the Ford Broke down last week over on Interstate 16…
May 20th, 2002 at 2:59 am
I tell ya, the boy just aint right…
June 30th, 2002 at 2:21 pm
this guys lucky animals don’t know how to use guns.
May 6th, 2002 at 1:59 pm
Carson Daly’s TRL replacement brought in the southern demographic.
May 5th, 2002 at 11:39 pm
Hold my beer and watch this. The last words of 96% Wisconsin hunting accident victoms.
May 23rd, 2002 at 5:51 am
heck all i see is a beer and a hand
May 23rd, 2002 at 4:21 pm
Now you know why they never talk about uncle Fred.
May 24th, 2002 at 8:23 am
Gene therapy still in infancy, researchers warn.
June 11th, 2002 at 2:23 am
bitter bear face
June 17th, 2002 at 11:16 am
Mike Piazza’s hunting trip
July 30th, 2002 at 7:27 am
Yep, in my day job I’m a flight attendant. You should see this neat prank decal I’ve got for the cockpit, it’s gonna make my co-pilots shit!
March 7th, 2003 at 2:14 am
I’m gonna smear deer pussy scent all over myself, hide in a tree motionless wearing camo and shoot an animal who is only acting on its natural instincts and is completely unaware of my presence. Then I can tell everyone what a big man I am!
May 6th, 2002 at 10:21 pm
“Hey Cletus! You are looking mighty attractive for a man.”
May 12th, 2002 at 2:57 am
Now, ya see, the holder…keeps it warm.
May 19th, 2002 at 4:28 pm
And on the next Jerry Springer.
May 14th, 2002 at 12:45 pm
Imitation of Life
May 15th, 2002 at 1:00 pm
I say boy… you’re about as sharp as a bowling ball
May 19th, 2002 at 8:31 pm
Damn Jerry, I just love sittin here in the woods in the dark drinkin my Pabst Blue Ribbon while I wait to hear the final screams of another girlfriend being mauled by a bear in that old Poplar tree, dont you?
May 25th, 2002 at 1:41 pm
New Budweiser commercial that didnt do so hot
May 25th, 2002 at 1:42 pm
someday im gonna git me some of dem braces and get this lower jaw all fixed up here
May 25th, 2002 at 9:42 pm
tryin on the fakeleys..
May 27th, 2002 at 11:17 pm
“I’m hunting wabbits…hehehehe!”
Hearing that statement, the guys thought it funny to give Dave his gun…
… they learned.
May 30th, 2002 at 10:05 pm
THATS A MUG YOU DONT WANT TO CHUG!
May 31st, 2002 at 11:32 am
I think that there has been some misleading info. on this site about me… I would like to clear up the rumors… I am NOT gay…ok, so I am
June 3rd, 2002 at 10:38 pm
(singing) “I’m a danger to myself and others. My cousins are as close as brothers…”
June 4th, 2002 at 7:54 pm
Safety Beer
June 9th, 2002 at 4:44 pm
MICHAEL?! Is that you?!
June 29th, 2002 at 6:12 pm
“Lady Killer”
June 30th, 2002 at 2:20 pm
although russel had a chin that rivaled Jay Leno’s, he never used it to make anything of himself
June 30th, 2002 at 6:25 pm
Hunting sober is like…..fishing
July 28th, 2002 at 4:41 am
I can’t believe it’s not butter!
November 24th, 2002 at 4:46 pm
i reckon i aint got no reason to kill no bod eee un huh
December 1st, 2002 at 3:22 am
Uh, oh, Karl Childers is out of the nervous hospital again.
March 7th, 2003 at 2:15 am
SQUEAL like a pig!! (Hey, anyone hear those banjos??)
March 7th, 2003 at 2:15 am
Someone give a gun to the animals!
March 17th, 2003 at 8:50 pm
Oh ya-, then i said, “dont do that talk to me sister.”
May 6th, 2002 at 12:35 am
Camouflage gear is essential in the underage pursuit of intoxicating beverages…weapons convert this to a felony however.
May 15th, 2002 at 12:05 pm
Most times, the townspeople were sad when the Blair Witch Killed Someone. In this guy’s case however, no one really gave a shit.
May 6th, 2002 at 8:38 pm
The last photo of Cletus Rickenbacker, taken seconds before he was crushed by a deer falling out of a tree.
May 6th, 2002 at 4:26 am
We’re only here for the…
a) bear
b) beer
c) deer
(select one of the above)
May 5th, 2002 at 11:57 pm
Hey Jeb!! You SURE this aint piss! It shure tastes like piss
May 6th, 2002 at 2:42 pm
It’s a boy!!! I sure hope it’s mine this time…
May 6th, 2002 at 7:18 am
whhaazzzzzzuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuupppppppppppppppp
May 6th, 2002 at 12:08 pm
I swears, there was deer up dis dang tree.
May 6th, 2002 at 12:41 pm
Jay Leno’s long lost second cousin, Billy Bob Leno.
May 6th, 2002 at 12:52 pm
This is why I dont do internet dating anymore.
May 6th, 2002 at 8:43 pm
The star of the broadway production of Sling Blade
May 6th, 2002 at 10:37 pm
My name is Indigo Montoya, you killed my turkey.
Prepare to die.
May 7th, 2002 at 12:42 am
Hunt? I Don’t need to hunt. I found the beer cooler. Thats good enough for me.
May 7th, 2002 at 1:05 am
“Hey baby, hey baby, hey!”
May 7th, 2002 at 1:32 am
You gotta purdy mouth.
May 8th, 2002 at 12:53 pm
This Summer, Don’t Miss Ben Afleck in “Good Beer Hunting”
May 17th, 2002 at 10:39 am
Yeah Cleatis, nottin sure beats dat dere old free beer. Can’t believe it was jus sittin by da road der. Say, you sure are lookin good tonight, I think your deer scent is turning me on.
May 13th, 2002 at 3:31 pm
I like the way you talk too, um hu.
May 20th, 2002 at 11:29 am
“NEVER LEAVE A BANNNANA ALONE WITH YOUR WIFE. You might find some new seedlings running around your house.”
May 17th, 2002 at 10:35 am
After two 12 packs I don’t care if she is my maw, she still looks mighty fine to me. Come to pappa now ya hear!
May 20th, 2002 at 8:06 am
squeal like a pig, boy!
June 1st, 2002 at 4:25 pm
hand me a second beer, son.
June 4th, 2002 at 11:08 am
Anyone seen my sister!?!
May 6th, 2002 at 3:21 am
Jim Carrey sure has fallen on hard times
May 7th, 2002 at 2:41 am
So i climb this tree to get away from the bear right? im looking around when i hear a fart, i look up and there was this deer’s ass in my face. and thats when i said.. sooo.. come here often?
May 8th, 2002 at 11:44 am
Catholic church camping trip. “Wanna sip little Bobby?”
May 6th, 2002 at 12:26 pm
Guys like this make me want to become a black Muslim, and I am a white protestant.
May 20th, 2002 at 4:33 pm
Alex k is a raving - homo wanker fat dick sucking cum drinking pampers arsewipe fart faggot frikkin’ idiot bitch butt-hole bastard cock biting tit pincher nose picking prik.