I woke in the night and heard myself say “Back to the sausage mines with you!” Then I had to get up and write that down on the back of an envelope, because…well…y’know.


Edit: James and a couple of DA commenters have already uttered variants on “Man! That’s…ripe for…some kind of…is that a euphemism for…”

I agree. And yet, I couldn’t actually think of one.

This is not a challenge.

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