Um homem vê-se obrigado a liderar um grupo de trabalhadores na sua luta pela sobrevivência e pelo regresso a casa, depois do seu avião se despenhar no Alasca. Lutando contra os ferimentos e um clima impiedoso, o grupo tem de escapar tanto ao gelo dominante como a uma feroz alcateia de traiçoeiros lobos, que deles fazem a sua presa. Antes que o tempo se esgote...
Shakespeare on Sorpotel And as I am so thoughtful, I'll do you guys a favour, Though you won't get a mouthful, I'll try to catch the flavour. It's made of many piggy parts, Heart, fat and liver, Vinegar that smells like farts, (Looks like water from the river). The meat is chopped in little bits, After being on the boil. Forty chillies to give you the sh*ts, And half a gallon of oil. And all the grand ol' aunties, Will insist, you'll see, On half a pint of piggy blood, For the right consistency. Oh! Why are you gagging? Why do you look so pale? Did you hear granny bragging? "It's better when it's stale!" It's delicious and it's really HOT We eat on 25th December, On boxing day sit on the pot, And boy! Do we remember! So grab your rope my dearest friends, Draw some water from your well. You'll need plenty of it at both your ends, When you experience SORPOTEL! :)
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