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Getting his kicks, Dominic Pagliarello launches himself into the desert sky.
"Ahh, that's horse pucky, Uncle Joe," says
a snotty-nosed runt.
"No siree, sonny boy, I'm tellin' it to you
straight, just like a Dutch Uncle. Here, come
sit on my knee pad.
"Ya see, the reason we overcame them
there po-lice was we had ourselves a secret
weapon by the name of Big Bob. It took 18
officers to hold him down, and when he flex-
ed his stomach, boy, they flew off of him like
buckshot from a twelve-guage. Big Bob was
so big, he had to wipe his ass with a bale of
hay. Speaking of big things, let me tell y'all
about the Monster Bowl. That pool was so
long it took two minutes of hard pushing just
to cover the shallow end. Then you sped
down toward the deep end for about 45
seconds, where you could spend up to five
minutes carving the face wall. It took so much
water to fill up the Monster Bowl that
Micke Alba negotiates a bit of silhouetted edge play at the Glory Hole.
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