The foorapes broke a new record. The temperature within their pants was just too much for their synthetic boxers. After just one night of partying, they started to desintegrate. Which seemed to be a very productive way for pleasing the ladies.
The city of Madrid proved to be an interesting for the foorapes and the foorwefs. At the end of their trip they even tried to resort to the human activity called 'sleeping' - not a big success.



After they got kicked out of the aeroplane once again by sexually extacised aeroplane personel (they just could not handle it any more), the foorapes opened their parachutes above the Belgian City of Industry - aka Charleroi. Completely absorbing the working man's mentality, the foorapes started reloading their foorsels with beer at 8.00 a.m. .

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