There's this bunch of lumberjacks sitting around the campfire eating their
bean dinner after a hard day's work. They're all telling stories and
drinking beer and having a fairly good time. Most are old-timers, and are
quite "colorful" characters. Well, as time goes by, the beans cause the men
to start farting. This quickly escalates into a veritable farting contest,
with one "ripper" after another exploding from the burly bunch followed by
guffaws and much chugging of beer. Now, there's a new guy among them who
isn't quite as "seasoned" as the rest of them, and is much more polite. But,
beans have a way of manifesting and sure enough he can't hold it back and
finally lets out a little squeaker.
All of a sudden there's dead silence, and then the biggest, baddest,
burliest lumberjack of them all stands up and grabs his axe. He lets out a
roar as he swings his axe over his head and brings it down on a stump in the
middle of the circle. He looks around and shouts;
"The virgin is mine!"
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Larry C. Lyons
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Life is Complex. It has both real and imaginary parts.
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Chaos, Panic and Disorder. My work here is done.
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