Yeah, I used to hunt. I used to wake
up at 4:00 in the morning and freeze to
death in the woods looking for something
to, that's living...

I used to spend ridiculous amounts of money
on camo, ammunition, guns, deer pee...

Nothing says "manly" like an armed, exhausted
redneck stumbling throught the woods smelling like
deer piss looking for a place to sit down and
freeze to death.

I mean, come on! Why would you ever stop doing that?
Hell, if you stop hunting, you might as well start
playing with Barbies...right?