Part 2 - the saga continues

PART 2
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He began by gripping firmly with both hands his big long and extremely powerful tool, an electric sander. Obviously a Makita, he started sanding a extremely nasty message in an oak wine barrel but not before he had drunk a full Bear.

It had an incredibly strong odour, like a dead rat stuck in a drain pipe, yet somehow, it was so addictive he drank it up like a thirsty man in red dusty desert on a hot and humid day.

It tasted good so good, infact he sold the remaining portion of the stinky substance for one million dollars! He became rich enough to attempt to buy a hot, young pretty thing from Tasmania.

His dreams were now beginning to come completely unravelled when all of a sudden he realized she had done something very naughty. If only they hadn't made the mistake of not using the right kind of extra strong glue, the tv might not have irradiated the entire world with radiation and caused global pesky little supporating South Africans to play bad rugby.

But hope wasn't the dog's name, its name was Sue. Named after that famous Sue we all remember from her days of a midget touring with Johnny Knoxville, she really should have known better than to try something like that Hatch Lane Shiraz, which is absolutely fabulous with mates or alone or in bed with a stunning female rugby fan and a bag over your head.

Meanwhile, back at his brothers house there was a gun fight arising between the Shiek , rattle and roll and the Jester who loved pies.

Dunning was angry, he hated pies, much prefering donuts, with thick, rich props of similar generous proportions and other weighty products not found at your average suburban housewife beauty salon which Jedi frequents to wax his dogs Jedi palms, making no sense to the deluded staff who work at the nearby corner store deli, and who say "May the Force win at Home with Giteau scoring any lady he thought was the town bike.

Yesterday which was when the bike was stolen from outside, it was Jedi's pride & joy with a bell that Jedi rang every time he got lucky at the rugby and in the sack race at school.

He hated potatoes, what, no potatoes?

Available only at the whole force which was full of people who appreciate the finer things in life, a chocolate log interupted his thoughts just as he was about to start looking for the phone number he had been searching for his whole damned week!!!

He found it tucked behind his rather impressive codpiece that he bought whilst on vacation at a nudist colony up north not too far from the volleyball playing French midgets who say "Ni" whilst scratching their disproportionally, grotesquely large boils on their midget feet.

During the time of Movember when all hairless upper lips on pet cats, and of course cows (eat more grass than people), are treated with more respect than Fluffy the duck. Daffy the duck , Fluffy's older brother, has huge respect for Jesicca Rabbit and her midget best friend called Jess the champion jedi wannabe.

Way before the big the trip to the very hot WA town of Whywheelabarrowback, where the women have hairy legs because the shearers wouldn't touch the bald sheep, genetically modified to look like penguins. This often caused a lot of crazy situations where, despite good intentions, the locals always enjoyed barbequed penquins after their breakfast washed down with a nice cold sponge bath in grandma's old tub . Which grandma died her long brown snake and rather than her curly white haired pet commonly known as whitey.

The newsreader at the network was in awe, or more precisely worried about the effect it may on penguin prices.