There's got to be a corollary of Rule 34 ("If it exists, there is porn for it") along the lines of, "If something is vaguely phallic-shaped, someone will stick it up their ass, no matter the possible consequences."
You know, there were days I'd bring a thermos of chili (out of the can) and some bread in a tupperware and call it a $20 Chili Bread Bowl from the 2 Elks Lodge.
Throwing a can of that beans and lips and assholes on one of Vail's free slopeside grills wouldn't be the worst thing I've done.
This is in reference to skiing. Sorry if I confused anyone
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