Dreams of Pineapple Head Baseball – Being Fleeced at the Border
And I wish I had a baseball bat so that I could play fruit baseball with General Noriega’s head. It might be worth the fine to push him into the sea next time I see him. On my fourth crossing of the bowel shaking waves between Malysia and Indonesia, I managed to scrape past Noriega. […]
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