One dark night Bob, John, Cameron and I were climbing a mountain.While I climbed the mountain I started to struggle to hold on to the rope, my hands started to slip. It started to get even harder, then Bob farted in my face it smelt so horrible it nearly pushed me off the mountain. I could hear rocks coming from above luckily it sunk in to the snow before it hit us. When we got to the top I was sweating to death.
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