The Pledge of the Poisonous Pythagorated Python

If I tread down the overgrown treacherous path that’s wanting wear and get lost and bitten by a thirst quenching tree python, and you fall up the creek (Shit!) and get bitten between your thumb and your forefinger by a sea snake

Or perhaps you get kidnapped by amazon women and I’m stuck in a bamboo forest maze, and the only resource I have to fend off rabid bush hogs is my DD filled with coconuts because my pantyhose broke when I tried to bungee jump off the cliff to save you.

Or maybe you have to save me from the wrath of the Tumut Boilermaker and I, you, from the fatal stench of the Salavation Army Fashioned Hula Man.

So if we come so far and gain so much, and have notorious cola and pink and oj starbursts running through our veins whilst we accomplish these great feats of human strength and compassion.

What’s the use of a paddle when you don’t have a map?

In honour of Lizzy I present 'Wonder Woman'
(more to come to this section soon!)