(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />My friend and I went hunting but it wasn't fun. <br />He accidentally blew off my balls with his gun. <br />He started laughing and I told him to shut up. <br />He took a dump behind a bush and a rattlesnake bit his butt. <br />He begged me to suck out the poison but I refused to suck his ass. <br />He needed someone to suck it and he needed it fast. <br />Someone agreed to suck his ass if he'd pay him one hundred thousand dollars. <br />He agreed but you should've heard how much he cussed and hollered. <br />He had to sell his house and it makes him feel sick. <br />But he doesn't have it as bad as me, I'm a eunuch. <br />He has a big cardboard box that he lives in. <br />The two of us agreed never to go hunting again.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-hunting/
