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Back in my day, we hunt fought and killed wild venomous polar bears (that were usually the size of a bus and the strength of three armies) in the snow, bare handed, while just in our undies!
Then we dragged it's carcass to the back porch with just a piece of string
And then we skinned venomous hide and gutted it's dog-sized organs with our bare hands
And then we waited for Ma to cook the meat by Shooting Tin cans on trees with a rubber band between out thumb and pinky fingers
And then we went inside to eat Mom's home-made bear soup!