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...in space,......no-one  can hear you fart.......

see , the thing about owning yer own planet, is theres no friggin end, to the maintainence. Every 9 minutes we get a freshwater tidal surge...Like a friggin tsunami. Thus creating an perfect environment for growing things.... the place is festooned with forests....4 forests per square 90feet. and grass commin outta me arse.
So I found this space-goat in a singles add. "One goat...no teeth $5bucks" the add said. "will do odd jobs"
I had to travel for 19 hours to pick her up.When I got there she was workin in a Space-Truckin Road house..(out the back if ya know what I mean) looked like a drowned rat, on smack.
    when we got back. she wandered straight into the bedroom and took off her dacks. Friggin suprised look I gave her. Naaaah i said,.... I want ya to do Lawn maintenence...so she goes out the front yard and lays on the grass. and takes her dacks off again.
anyhow, after a few long conversations, we get it straight. She thanked me for the opportunity, and took her dacks off.
      Once we got the environmental berzerk "uber"-growth thing settling down a notch, I decided it was time to open a small buissiness and kick back..... BEER! , I thought,.........it was the first idea that  came to mind ...................well . it wasnt really an idea. , just a word.........I think that word about every 20 minutes anyway, so it was just fortunate timing.     BEER and PICNICS.
So here we are,.... me .... and the Goaty girl.,..... ya dont get much traffic out here in the Western Solar channels,
but theres plenny of beer and picnics to keep me occupied.
I gotta learn how to surf but.

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Thank you for visiting my planet.
your beer tab is now $29 bucks
Goat-service...$400..........ok $300