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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.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Jacob and Benjy Take to the Streets

In breaking news, Jacob and Benjy took to the streets and half the population of hot dog vendors promptly perished from dehydration, forcing the Janitor Labor Union of America to take decisive action when they released a revision to Code 13A. The revision, which is now being known, simply, as the JamBlam includes a minimum wage for hot dog vendors and an end to the usage of park benches as bar stools.

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Anonymous dared themselves to say:: Oh no! They've found me! hel; 4:50 PM, June 16, 2005
Anonymous dared themselves to say:: Hey what a great site keep up the work its excellent.
»; 6:48 PM, May 20, 2006
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»; 7:10 PM, May 20, 2006
Anonymous dared themselves to say:: Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
»; 7:19 PM, May 20, 2006
Jaja dared themselves to say:: You'd better not.; 7:13 PM, June 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.

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Sunday, May 15, 2005

Jacob and Benjy Take to the Streets

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