imagine coming back to the village like
"Imma show the boys how good of a hunter I am"
you enter the hut, you're bragging you killed a cougar and its right outside. We come outside and it's a beat up, fat, dusty, clearly ran over by a truck cougar.
why the fukk did you even drag that thing back over here and brag like that, like we couldn't tell you did zero hunting and scooped that thing up off the road. On top of that you picked up a chubby nonathletic ran over cougar, not even a proper carcass. what is wrong with you?
"Imma show the boys how good of a hunter I am"you enter the hut, you're bragging you killed a cougar and its right outside. We come outside and it's a beat up, fat, dusty, clearly ran over by a truck cougar.
why the fukk did you even drag that thing back over here and brag like that, like we couldn't tell you did zero hunting and scooped that thing up off the road. On top of that you picked up a chubby nonathletic ran over cougar, not even a proper carcass. what is wrong with you?


he then left his wife for his young side piece and carried on bragging on here on some.
On this occasion isn’t it more like if the hunter had a pic of a ran over by a truck dead cougar that he found online.
@ anyone who believed this story.
....now I can’t neg this silly ass nikka
