No, im the walk on super star for you fish adventure my deer flipper, you fuck. So on your fatefull pelican dive, slurp in the spitoon and mount and don’t to the tune of the late Liberace’s blastoff. Wash that mouth off while clams get their rocks off and crack up like the two Cory’s. Meanwhile I’ll snort lines right out the blowhole and go belly up gladly. Fuck it! Just ride the wave and imagine such mishaps in Coon Valley, Wisonsin.
