Butt Whoopin’ Wit a Machete


Way back ’round ’bout nineteen hunderd an eighty my 7 year ol’ sista and me was visiting my grandpaw’s place up in Zwolle, LA . He lived right on the Sabine River in the Ammons Airpark.  We used to fly our little Cessna 172 into his property and hang out for the weekend or upwards of two weeks in the summer.

Anyway, my grandpa had about two acres with grapes and pigs and chickens and honey bees and plum trees and watermelons and really sharp axes and machetes.  Really sharp. Like shave a baby’s butt sharp.

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This post was submitted by Wes Schaeffer.