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[wickedflea]

One night Ted, Wes, Cro-Mag Gary, and I went over to Fool's place to finish off a Coors Party Ball he had left over from a party the night before. When we got there, Fool was obliterated off Crown Royal and about to get in the car and leave for the evening. In the course of trying to get him not to go driving, Cro-Mag Gary asked Fool if he had any porn videos. Fool went into the kitchen and started opening cabinets. The rest of us looked at one another, shrugged, and followed him.

"Yeah, I think we got some porn cork around here somewhere . . ." he slurred, tossing packages of Raman noodles aside.

"PORN CORK?!?"

After much confusion, we finally determined that he was looking for popcorn. Simple mistake when you've had a fifth of whiskey, I suppose. Porn videos = popcorn = porn cork.