1. Ever open a new .50 cal ammo can and for some reason it smells like catfish bait fermenting in the vajean of a rancid whore? Well bottom feeders think that’s top sirloin.

    Hence the tooth whiskers.

    1. I have absolutely no personal reference for any of those subjects but your prose is so thoroughly evocative I don’t think I’ll ever need one. I have learned something today.

  2. That beauty on the right … that ain’t no woman. Also ain’t no man. Not too sure exactly what it is, unless maybe it’s a brown trout that escaped the septic tank.

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