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,

hung next to the

stuffed George Bush head.

That stuff smelled like

ass. Meanwhile, the Captain

and Taneal were up

to their old tricks