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In tune with Gryphons post .... Sleeping under the stars and thinking the warm wet tongue is your girlfriends but finding out it is a hyaena tasting before buying. (this is a lot like Gryphon's sleeping on yiour back after too much pombe but is a recurring image in my mind when sleeping out under the stars in the real bush. Pombe would help a lot though to get to sleep.) |