Close your eyes, imagine you're a hunter searching for food in what is today, Southwest Texas.
You round a tree, you see an Aussie hunter searching for sheep.Â
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You stare at the Aussie in a confused state, with a stank eye.Â
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All of a sudden, both of you stare at one another after hearing an enormous sound,
then a rancid wind blows passed, you're about to wretch, the Aussie seems to enjoy the aroma.
Unbeknownst to both hunters, an Alamosaurus was grazing nearby, its bowels turning,
they'd just been sharted (****-farted) on, covered in Alamosaurus dung.
The ZA hunter runs for the nearest pool of water to wash off.
The Aussie hunter wipes a clump of shart off his face and smells it, then takes a tasteÂ
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