Oh shit yeah. Look at those bad boys. Here we have a REAL rancher selling a mountain of meat for other men to consume so they can wake up every day and build houses, lift weights, impregnate their wives and otherwise dominate their surroundings:
I mean, the guy’s name is FARMER. I don’t know this guy, but I guarantee you with a name like Matt Farmer, he is bad ass. The kind of guy you can drink beer with. The kind of guy you can hide a shitlib corpse with and not worry about it. Would not shock me one bit if he was somehow related to Rickie Roy.
Straight from the field to the butcher to your biceps. No “Big Ag” bogeymen to whine about like a pussy. Just taking matters into his own hands and providing steaks and hamburgers to other men. Didn’t even need to waste time on a shitty, half-assed website. He wisely did NOT reinvent the wheel and just posted on Facebook. That’s what men do.
On the other side of the man spectrum, you have some make-believe rancher douche who pulls a thorn from his pet donkey and writes a story about it complete with photos….
Newsflash: I pull sandspurs from my dog’s paw about five times a day. You are a glorified pet sitter, you clown.
Hey, I hope you put some “Blue Note” on it! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
- There once was a commie named Clayton
- Who spent all his time masturbatin
- But NOW he has goats
- For sowing his oats
- So matin won’t be so frustratin!