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The man summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and
after unsnagging his shorts from a nail, threw himself face down onto
a cowpat and moaned suggestively. This was all too much for the bull who had been standing close by and snorting
the three lines of coke through a 50 pound note, he realised that he was
a master of the Native American art of moon milking. He danced around the war flame and chanted to the skies in hopes that the moon would pour out its silky essence and he would learn to speak to trees. But the moon just said,
cats dont like water STAY A WAY!
