My favorite story. Two guys got found in a boat with an empty Jack Daniels bottle at night and rather than come out to their wives, they created an alien species and the concept of anal probes
You can’t rule it out. As a Pascagoulan, we did like to point out the spot saying ‘hey that’s where those guys got caught fucking’. But maybe we were being insensitive.
Funnily enough, I think I exchanged pleasantries while standing at the urinals in The Dog and Duck pub in Denham back in 1998. He works as a salesman for a company that makes paper clips. If I see him again I'll give him your number. His name is Keith Pâté.
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