The Nez Pierce natives returned to their mecca, with the messiah in swaddling clothes. Again, nature performed buggery upon the launch of the warboats, however the cherry-popping bass signaled a fruitful weekend. Within a simian vacuum, 50 beasties were captured. Some had the pleasure of mixing with the natives acidic stew and dope box breath. Others had plans for future gill reconstructive surgery.



Meade-fueled haberdashery rounded the fire circle as each native reminisced about their dreams of melching and show of strength with arc of stove. Beware cast-toting womanfolk!

One song of praise erupted from a frenzied believer:

"Oh the Lord (Chimpanjesus) is good to me
and so I thank the Lord( Chimpanjesus),
for giving me the things I need ( KranK'd, see first paragraph, bass, Maxim, Bronson Pinchet)
the Sun ( 1 day), the Rain ( 2days) and the appleseed ( I may have smoked that one)
The Lord ( Chimpanjesus) is good to me,
Johnny Appleseed( Porn star?), Amen!



Hark! A miracle was witnessed as each cloth of chimpanjesus wept with red tears signalling the annual departure of penal colony scrubs( "Put another lamb on the barbie"), Mennonite blood dopers ( "Mennonites- Humble, except when it comes to blood doping.") and twin town fairies("End of the advertising revenue bad dog radio.")