It had happened twenty years before. Moshe had gotten sick of being bossed around by those damned Mizraim. So he and some of the tin smiths and their families had headed back to where their ancestor, Yosef, had come from, good old Canaan. The Mizraim had pursued of course and gotten their chariots stuck in the Red Sea, the dumb bastards. Well, Moshe had written a book about the whole thing, but it hadn't sold very well, until he started adding some things. 40 years of wandering in the

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I play the flute so I am a wandering bard.

*Commits unspeakable atrocity*
*Gets retaliation for unspeakable atrocity*
"Waah, I'm being oppressed!"

Well, who the fuck else is going to do it?

Today, my country was invaded by the forces of Youcleanastan because they say Youstinkastan smell very bad. But bath not part of our culture as we have no rivers and drink only vodka. Luckily, our military have fearsome new weapon, sack of rotten potatoes. War over in five hours and ended in both sides' unconditional surrender. I drink much vodka to masturbate-no, how you say-celebate. Celibrate.