My brother’s dad used to bang this draft dodger named Mustard Guts Jimmy every summer when we’d go camping and it was usually the highlight of the trip because he always cooked the best honey mustard sausages. 19 years later I found out they called him Mustard Guts because whenever my brothers dad banged him he’d secrete a mustard like substance out his ass and use it as a condiment. Pretty gross to think about but nostalgia has me wanting to go camping with them so I can have those delicious sausages again.