i don't know, and i'm not sure i want to know. maybe, like the theoretical primordial ooze of life, the jeet crawled out of a churning, stinking, reeking open sewer of fecal slurry. perhaps, at the bottom of some deep miserable pit, decades of rain water rushed down the mountains and filled the lowlands and ravines with decades of accumulated monkey and cow shit. there it sat for centuries, a slurry of shit and waste, only to one day reach critical mass and out emerged the first jeet complete with ill fitting and moth eaten button up shirt and pants stained with urine and detritus.
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