Haha. This reminds me a of a funny incident involving me and Mrs. B.
I said I liked salmon, meaning whatever it was that Mr. C. meant in his drug-song Ebeneezer Goode. Mrs. B. then told me she liked bears.
I came home last week and two hairy men were fucking the living shit out of each other.
I never found out what Mr. C. meant by salmon but I did find out what rutting gays sounded like.
Some you win, some you lose.
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I came home last week and two hairy men were fucking the living shit out of each other.
I never found out what Mr. C. meant by salmon but I did find out what rutting gays sounded like.
Some you win, some you lose.
Salmon = bear food = rare poo
he's looking for rare coprolites.
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