Discussion in 'The Off-topic Lounge' started by Splinty, Aug 12, 2018.
Fuck sake, that little bitch needs to shut the fuck up and be a man.....it’s a constrictor for cunts sake
Man up little bitch
Pic of you with a snake throbert?
You'd get anaconda choked
We kill snakes much bigger than that in Florida
I used to have a Colombian boa that was 6 feet long......docile as fuck
He was biding his time, goof. Snakes are not pets.
It did bit my forearm once and I rushed it back in the house and slammed the cage shut, but I blamed myself as it kept hitting the underside of my forearm, the fucking easy part to bite...... and it hurt like a morherfucker .....
This never happened
Is it a thing for inbreeders to not wear shoes? You would think he would have a sweet pair of snakeskin boots at least
@Mix6APlix can probably explain this better since he has made it known he is not a fan of shoes unless they are mandals
I doubt a busboy from Chicago knows much about hillbilly life, bruv
That reminds me of how @Lars reacts if you lock him in a room with a naked woman.
Ricky Martin once wore @conor mcgregor nut hugger around his neck like a snake, for an entire night at Club Liv.
It wasn't an entire night...
Um, i take pride in my redneckness. Ive spent my life in the woods. Training my dogs, camping, high school keggars, going to lake of the woods numerous times, petting wild moose, trying to play with bears, you cant really get more redneck than that.
Oh and Uncle Kennys homemade peppermint schnapps, which we called The Candy Cane Moonshine. Had to be 160 proof, and im being low on that scale.
No rednecks in Chicago, sorry Donald Cerrone
Hillbilly trumps redneck. Ozarks
I have seen rattle snakes a few times in palos verdes and in the san gabriel mountains those will actually put you in a hospital or morgue compared to that non venomous snake in the OP
Nope. Myself and friends have gone to Garden of the Gods in Shawnee national forest in the dead of winter and drank smoke and slept on the edge of 200 foot cliffs. No tents, no sleeping bags, no blankets. Just our pants and a flannel.