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TRASH A few hardy souls came to the Comstock Bridge in friendly Montgomery, Vt for this special occasion - H3SC on the road. The pack consisted of Sergeant Major Peacock, Private Tree Skinner, Hibernating effervescent Hulk, and a bunch of Just Curiouses. Unfortunately, Cockpit and Crotch Duster didn't make it as it was a bit too far north. Just can't keep those fuckers happy no matter what you do. Just as well cause those wankers would have died in the first five hundred yards - straight up thru the forest. There is a rumor going around that Mullet did come but he came so late that none of us ever saw him. Your's truly, Kojak the Lumberjack has heard from contacts at Jay Peak Ski Resort that someone with Mullet's description was seen going over the mountain seriously focussed on some small device reputed to be a GPS - headed for the Canadian border. He hasn't been seen since but his car is still at the bridge and local authorities are threatening your's truly to get the damned thing out of there before the enormous - 5 minute - Fourth of July parade. Ah, shit, we'll just push it in the river. Slow Poker also showed up. He was severely warned "NO SHORTCUTTING". The last the pack heard was a bunch of bears growling and SP hasn't been seen since. Sorry JR. Your's truly has been informed that Hoosier's Daddy was planning to come but she learned that her favorite hate person might show and also that eeewwww the place smells like cow shit (it really does) so she was once again not feeling well. Oh well. The trail was short, only about a mile, but man you ain't never seen such shiggy, and everyone was swearing at your' truly at the end. The ON IN was great with a wide variety of Vermont micro brews like double Bag, Baying at the Moon, and a really good one from New Hampshire, Smutty Nose IPA. Sure beat that piss from home. A few brave souls camped out at Lollipop's new house which basically consists of three and a half concrete walls at this point. Though they all sleps quite well they wondered what those round one inch brown golf balls laying all around them the next morning are. Moose poop baby, that's moose poop. And that awful stink is not cow shit it's the moose piss on your sleeping bag. Oh well, a good time was had by all and everyone wondered "when's the next one Kojak the Lumberjack". Stay tuned. ON OUT, K the L |