Oh That Sasquatch

I was camping once, minding my own business. I was with a woman in a tent, pleasing her and whatnot.

I rose from her crotch to see a look of horror on her face. It was a look I’d grown accustomed to over the years. She was frozen with fear but was able to throw a glance to the side of the tent. I turned and was met by the red-eyed gaze of a curious sasquatch. I slipped out from within the tent and confronted the perverted beast.

“Friend?” He managed retardedly before I punched the fucker in the face.