Tuesday, May 16, 2006

The Kent Gabby Experience

Skinny Louis, Tick-Butt and I recently ventured as to East End, Sk, to rendezvous with a pair of rapscallions.

We had adventures along the way, including such fun as trying to buy beer in Moose Jaw, and trying to find a radio station that neither playedcountry music nor was the all preaching, the all time, get more damnation for your time network.

Upon our return, Tick-butt realized that he, as you may have guessed, had a tick in his butt. This has now been dealt with, casualties only amounting to some singed derriere fuzz, and one terribly unhappy tick.

Kent and Gabby appear to be in fighting form, and look to survive the experience, though they are routinely out of camp by 8 the poor sods.

Thats all to report as of now, any doing some reading this summer dont forget to check the new books added, and add some of their own

Bahina Jon

ps. this trip was as close to Climax as Ive ever been in my life, and I think that holds for all parties involved. Wild.

4 Comments:

Blogger A Geologist said...

bahahhahahahahhaha

derriere fuzz - thanks for keeping it lady-like gimpy.

Hope to join you in one-legged line dancing in the near future.

mch

7:26 p.m.  
Blogger A Geologist said...

HOW does anyone manage to get a tick in the butt?? maybe they were frollicking naked in the fields.

7:38 p.m.  
Blogger A Geologist said...

seriously mr davidson...

were you naked rubbing your butt on woodsy things?

how? How? HOw? HOWWWW?

11:14 p.m.  
Blogger A Geologist said...

now guys, don't blame this one on jonny. those little bastards will get you any time, anywhere. it's not uncommon to find a few loose in your sleepingbag in the morning here in saskatchewan.

6:17 p.m.  

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