Venison

Hey guys,
pretty chill day

About 10 minutes ago my dad brought in two dead deer. Like with fur and everything. His friend got them from an apple orchard and well gave em to us. So my bothers and two friends had to go out and help carry these things back to the shed. (Um yes we live in the city) luckily I was far too busy baking brownies to help carry these bambies to our bargain slaughter house. (making brownies is not feminine, i just want some brownies you know?) Soon my dad will cut those suckers up and well be eating em in some form or another just about every night. Venison. This is something that I had to to get used to; I am still a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Im no activist or anything its just some raw stuff.