There are these two hunters, John and Jason. One day John and Jason go hunting at about 3:00 p.m. and at 8:00 p.m. with no luck thus far they decided to go two seperate ways. Jason goes left and John goes right. Jason pulls out beer and starts walking as John starts walking off too. At about ten beers later, Jason has to take a shit so he puts down his beer and pulls down his pants and starts to go … in the middle he passes out. John meanwhile caught a huge deer and decided to bring it back Jason’s way. He find’s Jason about two hours later passed out, So he decides not to wake Jason, but he does gut the deer right there and drag the deer back to the truck. About 1.5 hours later, Jason comes stumbling back to the truck all bloody and smelling rotten and says to John, “You will never believe what happened. I was drinking and I went to shit and passed out and when I got back up, I saw my guts laying all over the ground, but with the love of God and my two fingers, I managed to get them all back where they came from.”