AFTER A LONG AND HORNY SASQUATCH HUNT...WHERE WE DEBATED ENDLESSLY OVER WHO HAD THE BETTER TITS...THE YETI...OR , OUR HERO , THE SASQUATCH... WE JOURNEYED BACK TO THE LODGE...FOR A CUP OF JAVA AND A FEW GALLONS OF BEER...AND HOTDOGS .
HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED : SOME KID ASKED ME HOW THE SQUATCH HUNT WENT...AND ME...FULL OF PISS AND OTHER SUCH SUBSTANCES...STOOD IN FRONT OF THE TELE AND ACTED OUT HOW I WOULD BE LOOKING ONE DIRECTION AND THE LITTLE HAIRY MONKEY PRICK WOULD BE LOOKING IN THE OTHER...EVADING ME BY INCHES...NOW HERE IS THE SHIT...UNKNOWN TO ME...THERE WAS THIS MAN IN A SUIT ACTING OUT WHAT I WAS DIRECTLY DESCRIBING TO MY LITTLE HOARD OF COMRADES THAT HAD SPILLED OUT ACROSS THE ROOM .
DARE I SAY IT...IT WAS ALMOST AS GOOD AS BALLING A REAL LIVE SASQUATCH .
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