Chuckle... Way back when, when I was student at the university in Wilmington North Carolina, I and a couple of other guys piled into the car and drove down across the border on US 17 to South Carolina looking for a cow pasture. We found one. Since we were nice kids, we knocked on the door and told the dairy farmer we were biology students collecting mushrooms growing on the cowpies.
We knew what they looked like. Like this:
We gathered up trash bags of the shrooms and drove back and got everybody in the dorm all fuuuuuckkkkked uuuupppp.
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