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by Edweird Lytwer-Bulton (Sometimes knows as Russell Hoisington) Copyright© 2004 -- All rights reserved BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! It was a bright and shiny day; my wood-frame house shook like a stressed-out crack junkie in the pangs of withdrawal as I stumbled from between the rumpled sheets of my comfortably lukewarm waterbed, grabbed freshly laundered jockey shorts from the clean-laundry basket, and, staggering with drowsiness, got them properly oriented the second time I pulled...