when you take your partner away on a romantic expidition to the alaskan alp cottages. then you go ice jigging for the so called alaskan salmon. catch a salmon and procede to root the ass off of it and release your sperm inside of it. then you take the so called salmon back to the cottage and use it on your partner inserting it into her ass. on point of ejaculation of your partner you squeeze the salmons guts releasing the remnants of your sperm into your partners ass. then you pull the salmon out of your partners ass all covered in shitty, cummy, bloody resin and slap her across the face leaving a shitty cummy bloody fucking moustache on her upper lip.
The perception that (despite much effort) no progress is actually being made as one attempts to struggle forward with one's life. From salmon run + (tape or film) loop; combining the difficultly encountered by salmon as they head upstream to spawn and the endless repetition of a film or tape loop.
Every month it was the same thing: a salmon run loop of cutting back on everything in order to keep up with the spiraling interest on the family's credit cards.
Salmon run is a delicious serious of shots being in this order. Tequilia, Clamato juice (some people say V8 but why would it have the name salmon in it that just doesnt make sense) and then finally orange juice or pineapple.