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The Campfire
One thing in this world that links us antipodeans is the love for a yarn. Aussies and Kiwis alike will talk about shit for hours on end, stopping only for a breath.
Here's the spot to do it, around the campfire. Saves us unintentionally jacking someone else's thread... so relax, have a beer, sit around the fire and shoot the shit. You're in charge of wood cchris 
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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