In our family, there was no clear line between

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in Tasmania and our father was a drunk and a

n aboriginal witch doctor. My bro Jarli claims that had Pops been sober when doing his sacred fire rituals to cure flatfoot, his patients would be track stars- not paraplegics. I

was still carrying raw feelings about dad being referred to by a prejurative colonial term such as "witch doctor" by his own son. That kind of thinking made us all paraplegics.

It is probably the best thing this site could have. Bat feces is good for the skin, I hear. Makes it very soft, so 850 folds of it sounds pretty great.

..in concept. In action it turns out that 850 folds of bat feces is TOO DANG MUCH!! You're skin gets so soft it starts draping up and falling the bones! I recommend something else

, anything else really, as long as it's not so caustic. The bats were crestfallen. "But that was our only form of income!" they complained. Luckily, they had saved up enough to

make a statue of a famous gargoyle which guarded the entrance of their cave and when Bruce Wayne moved in the Bats tried to sell it to him. "This is just batshit" Said Bruce, but

The Bats were adamantly defending their turf. They forced Bruce to make a statue from papier mache instead. Robin helped at that, having attended art college long ago. It took

hours for Bruce to finish the statue of Papier mache with Robin.