The season of gluttony is upon us and in us…..as quite a large number of wankers showed up to the day after thanksgiving hash which began at wickeds with bulging bellies and an insatiable thirst for copious amounts of hot red liquid, followed by cool yellow liquid, chocolate cake shots and some even braved the gallon jug of fireball despite the recent cartoon with a naughty elf.
The trail announcement was for 11 am…but in reality that was just the call to continue drinking…..cause trail started about 90 minutes past 11….but who’s counting. Something about Bakers forgetting his flour (I kid you not) and a chalk snafu between PCL and Fap??
For those who missed it…..and that means everyone – here are some of the lyrics to lull you back to your senses.
Lite in your head, and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
Its got so many people but its got no soul
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin, you’re tryin now
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now
Way down the street there’s a light in his place
You open the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything
He’s got… blah blah blah………….enough already……turn off the boombox!
Speaking of losers….thmp thmp thought is was appropriate to auto hash with his side kick 69. Hmmm, what were they really doing in that truck?
