Back in the 80s three of us often drove from Lafayette to fish Rockefeller and the Cameron jetties. One Sunday one of the guys brought a non-fisherman friend who unasked brought a package of frozen squid. Guy who drove had a nice Pontiac Grand Prix. Somehow the squid ended up under a bunch of stuff in the trunk. I never laughed so hard as when I got the phone call describing the "discovery". Smell lasted for a long time.
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