Hey, y'all, I had this great idea about selling game meat to restaurants and whatnot, right? But buying and selling game turns out to require a special license or purchase from a game farm. All I know is, with these tough times and whatnot, some folks must be getting their meat on the sly. Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I seen a deer, or heard about someone hitting one on the highway, have you? Or even an armadillo, now that I thinks on it for a few more seconds. And I knows I had squirrel stew just last week at my Aunt Rhoda's birthday party.
Looks like I’ll never make much money, don't it, huh? But I'm havin' me some ideas, trying to get attention in some way. Was this thing a job ad or just a personal moment? I’m begging them publishin' folks not to take it down, but I knows they will. Go ahead, laugh at me, or hire me. With a closing line like that, it sounds like maybe I’m the one looking for work. All honesty? I’m not sure what the hell’s going on, but it seemed like a good idea at the time and maybe you just had to be there, and I'm hungry.
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