Typical Bad Eggs Maneuvers.
A lovely picnic on the beach decays into anarchy as oyster catchers fly back and forth screaming their heads off. First we drink up a storm, a wild frenzy turning into sullen morbidity, then break bottles left and right, sometimes even on nearby heads. There was desperate talk of cannibalism, at least until we realized that the cars were still in the parking lot and food was close. In the end, we were reduced to stripping the pants off of each other. Or tree roots, whatever.
4.22.2007 |
1 comments:
Heh heh heh. I think it was Dan who said yesterday, "We're finally coming into our own as a collective"
In more ways than one, yes we are.
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