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Meecesses
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Today in evolutionary land we approach the food chain the MOOSE is a giant rat a large mouse with antlers and we will discuss the meece.
They band together in herded pleasure much the same as any herded cattle. Eye came from a snowy land of wasted people huddled in low places.
Alaskan meece always fascinate the tourists much like the beefalo agrazing in the western grains near Flagstaff. Herds of meat just a hanggin on the hoof dripping with barbequed sauced no one can imagine the flavor of the rare beast cooked on an open fire it tastes just like a condor or a white bald eagle just kidding ewe eye will not smile yet this is a long and rather interesting fable. The meece sent a moose message on the internet to INDIA and begged the DeJeVue ManJi to cook them and feed the starving. No one has yet returned the message the boats are waiting at the docks with empty holds.
We found a native man NO not an Indian he was a resident he lives in this city and he was riding on the Bus Sun Tran he was showing self the sights and hopping all the clubs and he kept saying over and over to the delighted ears of a lot of girls YES eye am really from TUCSON, Arizona the best place to partee is Eat At Joes this is not the real rally place ewe just added it for buffalo wings fare flavored with dripping Heinz 57 are always found there what else could a partee be eh? Self interest lies in making bus rides going to and fro from the lieberry is not easy where eye live is long lonesome walks to get ici tripping over the buffalo chips in the desert sands. Sometimes the cactus actually gets up and follows me no this is just teasing meant to be. The Moral of this fable complete with real actual animals please shoot them with a camera and keep the herds stable use the real guns for real hunting in the tundra for the wild wildebeasts use the plastic forks and cups found in the hoary deepended pools of Alaska Gnomes hideaways where food is always meat no bones needed in the pot no neckbone soup is broiling in the sun. Eye love the Meecesses to pieces. It seems eye left out Michigan so what there is no MOOSE there or there is some Meecesses.


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