Foghorn

A team of drug smugglers led by Jaja Bebe hired a Boeing 747 to escape from Sydney but failed to leave because a policeman pulled them over. It turned out they were wanted by Interpol for the crimes of conspiring to kill the Mayor's pet mice, and illegally using their cousins as collateral on the house mortgage. For these crimes, Interpol had made them wanted men. They broke out of the maximum security prison, fled to Nepal and created this website in an attempt to throw off Interpol.

Monday, October 31, 2005

The Eggbeater

Part XVII: (The Eggbeater)

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

Quintessentially,
Iowa is Iowa –
It’s Mediocre

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Anonymous dared themselves to say:: Interesting website with a lot of resources and detailed explanations.
»; 6:47 PM, May 20, 2006

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About Me

Name: Jaja

Location: The Outskirts of Town, New York (which is a world of its own), United States

My name is Jaja Bebe, although it wasn’t always that. You see, I was born under special circumstances. I was raised by a family of squirrels. I was born on a plane ride that began at 5:40. The distance of the plane ride was four hundred yards, so my parents figured that they could have breakfast at six. Just as I was born, some idiot Porsche that had snuck onto the plane drove itself through the aisle, running over my head and my cat. The car later said it was sorry. Most people think that is why I am so weird, but I think it is because I died when I was three. But that's a long story. Let me explain why I started this website now. One day, I was just walking down the street, when a herd of yaks chased me. These yaks were extraverts, meaning that they had less than fifty-seven eyes. The yaks cornered me in a dark alleyway, and then mugged me. Then they held me for ransom for 50 million dollars. I angrily paid that amount myself, muttering about how I was down to $59,950,000,000. So for the rest of my life, I wrote about yaks and how they were all communists. This is just one of my ways of doing that. Another is going to a random street in Boston and singing.

Foghorn

Monday, October 31, 2005

The Eggbeater

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About Me

The last few posts that we (the drug smugglers) have written for the embetterment of free-market economies