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There
you are, cruising in the Pacific, paddle in hand, one of FlyingPigSoft's
sturdy canoe range supporting yer butt, when up pops a whale. |
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After
5 minutes a spashin' and a talkin' with yer whale the thought of returning
to the little ol' nine-to-five becomes a little less certain. |
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After
10 minutes you've donned yer Piglet trunks and are a whoopin' and a
holerin' whale speak. |
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The
whole whale family are now your friends and they invite you for tea. |
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See,
you just can't predict where life will point you next. |
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Dye
your hair. Your boss will never find you and the ocean will provide. |
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Never
forget your canoe, paddles and a slice of cake. Everyone nice you meet
will have their own teapot but they may not have cake. |
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Never,
ever trust a weasel. |