It was a quick fling for Pringle. It happened while he was on a business trip to Hanover, in PA. You see, he had heard the Utz girl was a bit of a hoor (you know what they say about a red dress?) who liked to fool around with sacks. So he stuck his putz into a tennis-ball can and went to visit the Utz slut. Where did you think sour cream flavor came from, anyway? And the rest is history.
