That time I nearly took a sojourn to Canada while I was being raped by a yak
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Dude, I'm so bummed I didn't get to go to Canada. Like, WTF?
So there I was[edit | edit source]
lying on the fucking ground, doing my rape victim thing with the six-hundred pound yak and its fifteen-inch cock, right? Like, lumberjack Deliverance shit.
and these fucking travel brochures[edit | edit source]
blow out of the trees, mildew all over the place, and I was like "Hey, Canada! That sounds like a cool place to visit!"
so I pulled out my[edit | edit source]
cell phone and bought some plane tickets from my friendly travel agent Beth, and started to head off to the airport, when I realized I was still nailed to the ground by massive yak cock! WTF?
I barely got away with a preposterously distended anal sphincter and a severed brachialis radial.
No, seriously. I nearly went to Canada.