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08-20-2002, 11:08 AM
as i sit back in my big ol' wonky chair sittin on ma porch, i remember the days when ballisticwookie used to be an absolute cheeky monkey to the local dingo populus of Queensland back in the early 16th century. whilst tying sausages to pieces of string as it hung from his crotch may not have been the safest thing to do living on a dingo farm, this hobbie actually earned him alot of money. the farmer who owned the dogs had always complained about the lack of excercise they were getting and so when wookie announced his unique solution to the situation, the farmer decided to pay him for his pleasures.
every now and then, if you ever see a pack of dingos running really fast in the same direction, maybe, just maybe, you might see in front of them a towering figure with calves of steel and kangeroo sausages tied to his manhood. that'll be our man in ozzyland, ballistic wookie
That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest - Henri David Thoreau
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