#27- Campout Saturday: Where da snakes is?

#27- Campout Saturday: Where da snakes is?

Dock Cousteau bravely fought his hangover to lead the pack on a truly shiggy trail.  Glad we had long socks as a giveaway, because it was THICK!!  Crushing through brambles, down mudslick slopes, slogging through water, we thought we were back in 'nam.  Then, LO!  Boxcar Willie, the FRB, snares a hare!  Dock's story was that he laid a good bit of trail through a ravine and landed himself smack in front of a nest of snakes!!!  He came back outta dere and let hisself get caught so's that the rest of the pack wouldn't encounter dem slimy things.  We gave him 5 minutes, and then we were back off into the deep, dark jungle.  Crossed six or so streams, climbed over logs, snapping vines and giggling the whole way, we ended up in a huge parking lot, bleedin' winded and happy to see BEER!  Your narrator witnessed an amazing transformation on this trail-  Bend Over Rover spent the first half of the time just bitching his lil' ass off.  "I hate the woods, I don't want to get my shooooooooooooessss wet, wah, wah, wah"  Then he passed the FRB and started to sniff out trail all on his own.  Step by step he became more excited.  With every On-On! he exclaimed, the man turned into a HASHER before mine very own eyes!  Yay BOR!!!

We circled back at campsite while BOR supervised the frying of the turkeys.  RM and Dental made yams, corn on the cob and got the other fixins' ready for dinner.  After we ate, we were so into BSing and paying Presidents and Assholes that we forgot all about the costume contest!  Forgot, that is, until around midnight a very drunken Lack-a-Virgin, Hey! showed us his outfit.  I can't describe- wait for the photo evidence.