It is the evening of the last day of the expedition. Tomorrow we begin the trek back to civilization. I have found the elusive Perry's Cherry, albeit of a nature altogether different than the one described by my old colleague in the club. Cigars are best smoked with the discussion of past trophies and conquests.
The porters have loaded the crates and the trucks are fueled. I have learned much and hope to publish soon after our return to the world. It has been a fine expedition with hardship, loss and some small comforts. These experiences remind a man of his essential nature. And that nature is a lonely boozehound desperate to regain some shred of relevance by blasting the shit out of defenseless, caged animals with high-powered firearms.
Yes, indeed, this whole week has been a long set-up for a weak Dick Cheney joke. What the fuck do you want? I'm on vacation, bitches.
1 comment:
A Dick Cheney joke?
Whew. The real Chuckles is almost back.
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