Once upon a time in a frozen wasteland now known as canada there where 2 men, two farmers, Matt, and Barry, who farmed the tundra, most often with poor results. Due to the low crop yields and lack of work these farmers spent most of their time on computers posting video's of fainting goats and cats with bread around their head. No matter how many seeds were planted, the crop yielded nothing… until one day a mysterious seed was traded to him in exchange for a goat by a wayward fisherman, who called it a frequen-seed. Matt hesitantly accepted the seed, and for weeks and weeks they nurtured it with a healthy mixture of Smirinoff and Jack Daniels. Furious with Matt's stupid trade, Barry packed his bags and left to start his own farm in the crime ridden desert land of Australia. Meanwhile in Canada, continued tending to his crops, occasionally feeding the frequen-seed. One day as he watered it, just as he was about to give up hope, he felt an unfamiliar rumble beneath his feet. He lowered his ear to the ground, until it was rumbling too violently for him to bare. All of a sudden there was a loud bang as the frequen-seed sprouted! Matt then grasped the sprout and tugged it loose. The sprout then unleashed a flood of subsonic sounds, audible from the highest snow-covered mountain to the lowest snow-covered valley… Farmers from the surrounding plantations soon gathered and crowded around him to see what all the commotion was about. The sounds produced from the small sprout were so euphoric, that people threw down their cowboy hats, kicked off their boots, and started to dance all around. It was at this moment in time where EVERYTHING WOULD CHANGE! the young farmer carefully removed about a dozen frequen-seeds from the sprout, and replanted them in his fields. The sounds began growing within, leaving the farmer no choice but to UNLEASH THE BASS! One day a man came from the far away land of edmonton telling rumors about a far away promise land, known only as Klub OMFG.. Matt said his goodbyes to his goats and chickens, and began the long and dangerous trek to OMFG. After walking for five days the young farmer approached a village. He squinted his eyes to make out the sign...and all went silent....even the sheep....the sign read "Country-ville, home of the "YEEEHAWW"….Matt knew he had to pass through the town...and he was prepared. Equipped with nothing but his ipod and hella fresh electro bangers he battled thru the treacherous country terrain, bass blasting anyone who dared cross his path. Tim McGraw = Bass Blasted, Kenny Chesney = Bass Blasted, Taylor Swift = Blasted in the face with Bass!...The poor villagers had no fighting chance against the power of the frequen-seed charged Farmer! He continued his trek with a grin on his face. As 2011 drew to an end, and many battles were fought and won with various country towns, the farmer finally made it to the promise land. It was even better than he had imagined; everywhere he looked there was lasers, lights, and speakers... and people to whom he could share his crop and have it fully appreciated. The 'hot ladies'-to-goats ratio was so much better! This amazing ratio of awesomeness helped Matt realize his true purpose of life... Pushin' bass by the bale! Thus Bass Farmers was born!

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