The first indication that Professor Snood had made the biggest discovery of his miserable career was when he stumbled upon the large pile of bezoars just 200 yards from the expedition’s main tent. It was slim pickings for dinosaur bones out in the barren wastelands of the Chimichanga Desert, and his backers were threatening to snip his stipend, but these gastroliths should give him some breathing room. As he pulled a drag from his unfiltered Camel, he saw his lovely assistant Laura, still dressed in the short filmy shift that she slept in, standing at the edge of camp with the rising sun behind her.
“Damn! That girl is callipygian!” he said to himself.
“Damn! That girl is callipygian!” he said to himself.
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