An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
I am a box?!
Just in case the audience members of this Boy Scout Troop were confused... I know I am.
I understand where they're coming from. When I was young I also associated cute boxes with overwhelmingly bad fish.Too bad he caught something. Poor kid.
Yes, because he's going to have to scale it and will have a bitch of time finding a grill large enough to cook it.
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