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The scene is set - a dark night, cold wind blowing, campfire flickering,
stars twinkling in the dark sky.
Three hang-glider pilots are sitting by the campfire, one from Australia,
one from Seth Efrika and one from New Zulland. Each embroiled in the
bravado for which they are famous.
The night of tales begins...
Kiven the Kiwi says, 'I must be the meanest, toughest, heng glider there es.
Why, jist the other day I linded in a field and scared a crocodeale, who
came out of the swamp and ate sux min who were standen close by. I
grebbed the crocodeale and wristled him to du ground and killed em with my beer
hends'.
Hansie from Seth Efrika who typically can't stand to be bettered said,
'Well you guys, I lended orfter a 200 mile flight in my heng glider on a tiny
trail, and a Namibian snike slid out from under a rock and made a move
on me. I grebbed de borsted with me bare hinds and beet it's head off ind
then sucked the poison from it's body down in one gulp. End I'm still here
today'
Colin the Australian remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his penis.
