Drunken fun

Yesterday I went to the country with a shotgun and a case of beer. I got drunk, and I shot about 30 birds. I shot a pheasant or two, a few crows, three cardinals, and a shitload more I don't know the names of. I was drunk as shit. I saw some cows, and the gun scared the shit out of them. I wanted to kill one and cut a porterhouse out of the motherfucker. The fun ended when a farmer drove up, and threatened to call the cops. What an asshole. I still consider it a success.