Damn duct-taped balls

always getting stuck in

some croc's eager mouth

tick-tock-tick-tock

Gooosh! A gallon of

warm, fresh, hot and

tasty custard inexplicably poured

over some raw shrimp

of which the smell

was like the Captain's

(Note. Stretched over 2 years and 3 continents, we need to find out what smelled like the Captain's what?)

own hissing, stinking vomitorium.

In stark contrast to

the pictures in the

White House porn room,