Mar 30, 2004 23:02
I was standing on the top of a large hill in a vast field. Far off at the bottom of the hill was a litteral valley of assorted pairs of boxer shorts. The only way a group of friends and I could figure out how to get to them, was to curl up into a ball, and take turns summersaulting down the hill at breakneck speeds.
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