Todays Hunting Man

Today I am graced by the presence of todays hunting man. On his way to Bellevue, perhaps to shoot himself some dinner at Ruth's Chris. Or maybe he's a poacher headed to Bellevue Square to wrestle up some stay-at-home mom pushing a stroller.

My first clue was the backpack. Some bizarre photo-printed leaves-and-sticks kind of camouflaged mess - and a jacket to match. I'm sure somewhere there's a badge or patch or something that espouses his allegiance to the NRA. Duh.

Need I even bother mentioning the mullet? Its cliche upon cliche. It's like a white trash wedding cake, with layer upon layer of trailer court, wife beater, cousin-fucker, deer hunter, beer burper pastry covered in a thick creamy frosting of failed G.E.D's and regret.

But you know? He is kinda hot...

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