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2004-Oct-13
Goofy's Excellent Adventure
Hare: F*ckin' Goofy
Hare-Aid: Bone My Ass
Hounds: Amelia Airfart, Burning Bush, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Dill Dough, 8's Enough, 5 o'clock Shadow, Four Quarters for a Tumble, Gilligan, I Wear Short Shorts, I'm So F*cked, Little Cock, Lollipoop, Momma, Neutered, No Blow, Nookie Knacks, Nunya F*ckin' Business, Oil of Old Lay, Peterphile, Richard Pierce, Semen Hole, Shit Dickler, Skinamax, Sunk'n Shit, Tongue-n-Groove, Waaayy Beyond Gay
Visitors from various Orlando hashes: Buzz Litebeer, Dirve, Jethro, Just Mary, Lukewarm Piss, Lunar Eclit, Wild Oats
Visitors: not from Orlando Bodsa, Goldilocks
Virgins: Derik (Amelia's current boy toy), Kenny (Oil of Old Lay's hubby)
Latecummer: A Yellow River Runs Through It
Boney's house was the scene of the crime this week. Waaayy Beyond Gay wouldn't let anyone park in front of the house. He kept saying, "this area's reserved." Mmmmkay...We soon found out why when No Blow and Momma drove up in No Blow's new toy, a shiny red fire truck! So, of course we all piled on it for a few group gropes before we were on-out.
Goofy led us into the shiggy right away, via a fence very near somebody's driveway. After everyone had stumbled across, Crotchduster discovered an easier way; "hey dumbasses, this gate is open!" Virgin Derik kept talking about rattlesnakes and spiders the whole time we were in the shiggy (which was pretty much the entire trail). We came out of the woods and saw some little pumpkin candles on gravestones and thought, "how cool, Goofy set up a fake cemetery for us," only to take a few more steps and realize it was real. It's so sad to see old neglected cemeteries like that. (That's why my ass is going to be cremated and Crotch is going to carry me with him everywhere he goes!)
On and on...and on and on...to a beer stop in a park. There were chips, cookies, candy...wait, could this be the end?? Nope, not yet.
Goofy assured us that the second half of trail was much shorter. Shorter, but much wetter! Deerpaw/Doefoot/Cameltoe/whatever the f*ck it was called Road was completely underwater. Shin deep...then knee...thigh...crotch...uh-oh! "My panties are wet," cried Sunk'n Shit! Somebody said they heard a croaking gator (sounded like a frog to me, but hey, I'm no wildlife expert).
4.36 miles later (according to Crotchduster's fancy new GPS), we
circled up around a bonfire at Boney's future pad. Here's the actual
track from the GPS:
Circle consisted of the usual crap plus:
When circle closed, we went back to Boney's current house and traumatized her pets and scared her neighbors. She and Goofy had prepared TONS of food for the drunks...hamburgers, hotdogs, pasta salad, beans, chips, cake...good stuff. Awesome trail, thanks Goofy and Boney!
On-On 'til next time my ass decides to show up,
-Cockpit