So there we were, following Mach on another trail, on a fucking Sunday no less. 95% of the pack, including the recently niptualed Tinys, had attended the Tiny Wedding up in Fart Collins to much rejoicing (and late night hot tub defacing). Now, the following day, we cursed Mach and I our desire for homegrown Boulder beer and shiggy.
With a target on his back from his last laid trail, where he lost one of the beer drops, Mach directed us through Satanic fields of prairie dog skulls, which Weird Ball proceeded to collect for later acts of necrophiliatic beasteality. We held a quick ceremony and then we were off for penny pints, where someone managed to spill an entire pint on the table, five minutes in; it was certainly not me. There then followed at least three stream crossings, at each of which RU Cummingtonite referenced the Battle of the Trident from Game of Thrones, and we all marveled at the amount of boobage and flaccid dicks on the show. After many miles of this, we were chased off a golf course, mostly due to Blackout Mount’s “lewd behavior”, “lack of clothing” and “disregard for authority”. We finished up back at Vindication Brewery, where Vagina Bible Skool crushed one of our precious prairie dog fuck skulls and we drank to the Tinys many times over. Cunt-grats to the Tinys for making the deep (muff) dive into marriage! And, congrats to Mach for tricking us all into paying hash cash for penny pints.
Onon,
Sandy Sausage