LoBuck wrote:
Hey, if someone wanted to make points with Brian you could bring him coffee
and JD.

DON'T DO THIS!!!!! I tried it once and seen it happen to two others. He makes his Jack seem like a good thing, his best friend if you will. So I bring him a bottle of Jack on my first trip to Wash 16. He takes it with a smile on his face and says. "I'm going to put this in my Motor home and enjoy a sip after diner around the fire." Then off he goes to his Motor home, Comes back out smiling, like we all know Brian to smile with that big warm grin. THEN OUT OF NO WHERE he pulls a 357 from his riding pants and shoved it in my neck while holding my head forward with a grip not even super man could break THEN he points the barrel away momentarily and squeezes off a round so you go deaf for a bit while he shouts "LISTEN AND LISTEN GOOD" But you can't because your deaf you know. By this time Dune Shredder has Trois, large frame, 9mm stuck so deep in your back you think your kidney is going to pop out your belly button. All the while Mrs Washroad is laughing her butt off as she digs deep into her lungs to bring up lugy after lugy so quickly you can't stop the retched flem from making it's way into your own lungs. All the while you try to see which of the dozen dogs in camp is biting at your knee caps, but you can't see because the picture of Camp host Ed has come to life right there in front of you. And it taunts you. "hey boy Where's my gift? What did you bring me? Over and over again then finally the death grip on the back of your neck loosens for just a second as Washroad quickly lights a smoke. Then lets four more rounds off leaving all the tires on your quad flatter than Banshee Chicks butt. And just when you think your going to pass out and your praying to God to give you just one chance to get away. Clark comes over and as your hearing starts to come back goes ON AND ON about some little hotty named Donna. Finally it's day break, as you wake up with Valen 76 standing over you.. He starts to pour mustard into a bowl of coco puffs. The horror is over. You thank God you passed out. And as your forced to eat the mustard covered coco puffs you realize Maggie has your
<snip> and it's too far gone and sandy to try to retrieve it. And even if you COULD leave, you can't because the first ride of the day leaves in five minutes and Uncle Bill is leading. There's no way your going to miss that. Even with four flat tires.
Then there are the other two poor souls who had a worse fate fall upon them. It was a warm September morning as these two long time duners show up at the Holiday Inn off dyer Rd in Orange. They walk up to Brian seated at a table finishing his third plate from the breakfast buffet. They set a bottle of Jack down on the table. Brian takes the Bottle of Jack back up to his room and meets the two unsuspecting volunteers at the elevator in the hotel lobby. (Warning the following may be too disturbing to read) He makes them work the ASA booth at the Sand Sports Super Show.
So sure if you want to bring Washroad a bottle of Jack go on down to was 16. Just make sure you tell your friends and family not to expect you back at camp until after the first ride of the next day.
I'm sorry I might have exaggerated a tiny bit. Clark only goes on about Donna for a few minutes until he breaks out a picture of her, starts crying and walks away sobbing like a baby because she didn't make it out. But who knows Donna MAY be there. And the only thing you may hear from Clark is the loud screams of pleasure coming from his toy hauler as it bounces from side to side.
Either way when you hang out with the Wash 16 group you WILL see some of the nicest bowels you've ever seen at Glamis.
<edited R rated reference - LoBuck 11/16/06 @ 11:28am>