I meant GI, of course. Smoking the good stuff tonite.
There’s an ex-boss of mine whom I would love to have my way with. I’d strap his pathetic ass down and insert a live lobster in his anus, tail-first. I’d light a match next to the lobster’s face to get it good and scared and writhing. When the lobster defecates into his colon, I’d pull it on out and wait.
Three days later, I’d watch his terrified face as he realizes that the lobster shit contained mud shrimp eggs, and that the green slime leaking out of his asshole is nothing but millions of baby mud shrimp struggling to get free. I’d ask him how it feels to have a lower intestine infested with shellfish eggs and larvae, and cook him a lovely shrimp scampi for dinner.
MR