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[cha ngo]

was the dog. Poor bastard . . .

 

[Ize]

Meanwhile, back at "EATS". The







Ize

 

[Yuri_Rage]

white rabbit found his way

 

[Buford]

into a rather precarious position

 

[Brewpastor]

, a missionary position, with the

 

[Pedro-]

north african revitalizing reconciliation project

 

[Orpheus]

planning on brewing a hefeweissen

 

[Brewpastor]

to prove hell does exist.

 

[Beermaker]

But once he mashed his....

 

[Buford]

thumb in the door to

 

[Kayos]

be sure he wasn't dreaming

 

[Pedro-]

, again he was. Painfully realizing

 

[knipknup]

thumbs are better mashed in

 

[Buford]

pie, where you just might

 

[zoebisch01]

find that tomorrow is just

 

[Buford]

like yesterday, and that sucked

 

[Pedro-]

toes. Look! There's a huge

 

[Orpheus]

man named Billy. Billy decided...

 

[zoebisch01]

he was tired of the

 

[Buford]

goats eating his hair when

 

[chainsawbrewing]

they had plenty of food.

 

[Glibbidy]

Someone noticed it was snowing!

 

[Brewpastor]

, or was it? Volcanic ash

 

[zoebisch01]

falling from the sky? Immobilized

 

[Brewpastor]

he kissed his a$$ good-bye.

 

[Reverend JC]

Then his a$$ kissed back!

 

[Zymurgrafi]

ugh, yuck, quick- breath mint!

 

[5gBrewer]

He crammed one in there,

 

[cdana]

and it came back broken,

 

[Pedro-]

laughing like a mutant flea

 

[knipknup]

he washed the taste out

 

[5gBrewer]

and licked out the crumbs.

 

[zoebisch01]

It was a new day.

 

[Ó Flannagáin]

He woke wondering, "who's this?"

 

[Orpheus]

Beside him was John Palmer.

 

[zoebisch01]

Writing his latest edition of

 

[Pedro-]

hampster love in the galapagos.

 

[Beermaker]

Where are your hands John?

 

[Zymurgrafi]

that's not a smack pack!

 

[Orpheus]

Soon he was "pitching yeast"...