God forbid any of us gets stuck in the woods and has to forage for a bite to eat.

Religous camp counselors aren't my pick to teach me how to survive in the wild....

First of all, who the eff is throwing sticks at a squirrel?

That's the moron to take to task.

The misguided counselors decide to be Bear Grylls/Les Stroud and kill and grill the poor animal.


Then the wussie campers decide to complain.

All these little AHs have no problem ordering the Mcnuggets or the Buffalo Wings.

Like, where does your Spencer steak, chicken nuggets or Quarter Pounders come from?

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When I was a kid I saw a pig shot in the head, skinned and made into chops, bacon and everything else.

It made me a little more aware of where my pork comes from.