Brian

There I was, in the Congo. Gorillas were chasing me. I was swami hunting on a safari. They couldn't help but get all apish and wishy washy and stuff. I couldn't believe it. The plump,thick vines were all over the place, and I knew they were chasing me because I was a lyability. They were heated with their fervor. I drilled and scooted my way down the jungle path with religious intent. They were closing in faster! Go, gorillas, go!!!