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There were once three scientists who planned a trek into the Amazon Rain forest to find the Legendary Foo Bird. All of the scientists had heard of it but no one, who had found the bird had ever lived to tell about it. Undeterred they set out on their trek. They had been trekking through the forest for several days when they heard the call, "Foo Foo Foo". They were all very excited but couldn't decide where the sound had come from so they each took off in a different direction. The first scientist was ecstatic when he located the Foo bird in the direction in which he had decided to search. All of a sudden the magnificent bird took off and flew over the scientist. The last thing he heard was "Foo Foo Foo" before he was covered in Foo Sh*t. He could not stand the foul smelling stuff and raced for a nearby stream where he washed it off and immediately he died.
The other two scientists came upon their colleague and were disturbed to discover him lying dead near a stream with no indication as to what had happened to him. They thought perhaps it was something in the water. Somewhat disheartened but still determined to locate the Mighty Foo Bird they once set off on their quest.
It was two days later when they once again heard the call of the Foo bird. "Foo Foo Foo". After seeing what had happened to their colleague they decided to stay within sight of each other at all times. They searched for a while and finally, just as they were about to make camp for the day they night, they saw him. He was magnificent. Suddenly he lifted up and flew over head. One of the scientists was startled and jumped back, but the second scientist was not so lucky and sure enough he was covered in sh*t. The other scientist could not believe the stench that covered his colleague and so he helped him find a stream to wash it off. As soon as the last bit of Foo sh*t was gone however, the scientist died.
The last scientist was horrified and realized that this must be what had killed the first scientist. So he decided that he should start heading out of the jungle as quickly as possible. He was one day into his return journey when he heard the call of the Foo Bird and he started running, but it was to no avail. He heard "Foo, Foo Foo" just before he was covered in sh*t. The stench was horrible and he wanted to wash it off but he realized that if he did he would surely die. So he didn't wash. For years he wore that stench. He lost his family, his friends, his job and all that he held dear to him. One day, in despair, he decided that he was so miserable he just had to take the chance to wash it off. So he made sure all of his affairs were in order and then he slowly washed it off. When the last bit of Foo sh*t was wiped off of his body he died.
The moral of this story:
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If the Foo Sh*ts, wear it.
The other two scientists came upon their colleague and were disturbed to discover him lying dead near a stream with no indication as to what had happened to him. They thought perhaps it was something in the water. Somewhat disheartened but still determined to locate the Mighty Foo Bird they once set off on their quest.
It was two days later when they once again heard the call of the Foo bird. "Foo Foo Foo". After seeing what had happened to their colleague they decided to stay within sight of each other at all times. They searched for a while and finally, just as they were about to make camp for the day they night, they saw him. He was magnificent. Suddenly he lifted up and flew over head. One of the scientists was startled and jumped back, but the second scientist was not so lucky and sure enough he was covered in sh*t. The other scientist could not believe the stench that covered his colleague and so he helped him find a stream to wash it off. As soon as the last bit of Foo sh*t was gone however, the scientist died.
The last scientist was horrified and realized that this must be what had killed the first scientist. So he decided that he should start heading out of the jungle as quickly as possible. He was one day into his return journey when he heard the call of the Foo Bird and he started running, but it was to no avail. He heard "Foo, Foo Foo" just before he was covered in sh*t. The stench was horrible and he wanted to wash it off but he realized that if he did he would surely die. So he didn't wash. For years he wore that stench. He lost his family, his friends, his job and all that he held dear to him. One day, in despair, he decided that he was so miserable he just had to take the chance to wash it off. So he made sure all of his affairs were in order and then he slowly washed it off. When the last bit of Foo sh*t was wiped off of his body he died.
The moral of this story:
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If the Foo Sh*ts, wear it.
