Oh Henry

One sunny, hot day I was chatting with a friend in the river when something very suspicious floating by happened to catch my eye.  “Argh! Is that what I think it is?”  I asked with alarm.  The friend looked at the object in question then jumped off his raft and cried, “Holy shit!  It’s an Oh Henry bar!”

Before wading hastily to shore I looked upriver at the massive flotilla of boats visiting the restaurant, Tim’s 2, and yelled, “Stop pooping in the river!”


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