That's why I say, ?I?m gonna ram it, ram it, ram it ram it up your poop chute? (Corn hole)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Fist fuck)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Wrist-watch; Crisco)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Pud)
I grew up deep water fishing off Long Island Sound and off the coast of South Carolina. We never pulled anything up like that. Probably because the numbers of those things were down. The Long Islanders would take anything like that and chop it up for bait. The Southern boys would throw them in a pot of Brunswick Stew and call them, big honkin' crawdads.
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