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While
hiking the Appalachian Trail, Jim's foot dislodged some loose shale,
sending him ass over tin-cups into a rocky gorge 75 feet below.
SPLAT!
It took several minutes for Jim to realize that he had, somehow, survived a
certain death! Then, the mighty stench kicked in. He saw a
mule's
rotting head, with empty, maggot eaten eye
sockets staring blankly.
Whoa! He had quite miraculously landed atop the bloated corpse of this
mule—that
had
similarly fallen just days before. It exploded under his mass,
sending gases and offal spewing everywhere, but cushioning his
fall.
Gagging from the stink, and horrified by this specter, Jim (a
fastidious man) suffered a
massive heart attack and died on the spot.
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