Where the Necks Are Red and the Critters Are Dead

[sluggo4]

Never mind why we went to Cabela’s that Saturday. Call it a morbid curiosity, an excursion into the dark underbelly of redneck culture. A need to see for ourselves the open secret that is the Mecca of white trash fanatics, maybe. We went inside as innocents, unprepared for the sights and sounds of the world’s biggest box store devoted to all

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[ciaoenrico]

Dude. I have ALWAYS wanted a Desert Eagle. And a battery powered record player!?! I have got to go to this place.

If only to see a badger in an "action pose." Just the idea of a badger corpse doing karate is an awe-inspiring image.

You, sir, have witnessed the real America. Now George W. should make some sense, at least in a cause and effect kinda way.

[sluggo4]

Don't think you have to miss out! There is one in your area of rednecks, too!
Here ya go!

When you go, let's compare notes.

Kettle Black

[anonymous]

Now you know how they feel when they go to YOUR store.
-Steveo

I prefer pot

[sluggo4]

The fact that they can't read or write well means they can't blog about it in a gloriously satiric way. The fact that we don't sell camo probably throws them off their game, too.

I forget you probably deal with this segment of our populace on a regular basis. You are astute as always in your cutting assessment. Touche, sir.