iDRMRSR's 7X Encounter Report

From: "iDRMRSR" <idrmrsr@subgenius.com>
Date: Thu, Jul 8, 2004

Yes, I was "in and out" at X day this year. I've been getting Slack from
other mistresses (figuratively speaking) lately, and I must admit, I'm
getting a bit of a certain limpness in my erection for Bob lately, dunno
why.

Maybe cuz, I took a 2200 mile car trip around Chicago, Michigan's UP, and
Wisconsin just a couple days before, a personal slack jaunt I needed to
prove to myself that Lake Superior actually existed and I had been there.
You see, before the Saucers come, I want to make sure I've covered even the
uninteresting parts of this planet to make sure that I don't overlook
something to claim as my own.

Pra Little Fyodor and the breasts of Babushka! That was the highlight of
the Saturday Night activities for me, the bonfire that followed, the Amino
Acids, a damn near perfect evening under damn near perfect weather. In fact
this year, there was more skyclad Yeti than I can recall since I started
going way back in XXX time.

And as I remarked to Stang, this time, the ones that SHOULD get naked DID
get naked. What more can one suck out of this brief painful stay on this
barren cold rock, eh? Than to see at last the tits of the comely?

The other problem with Brushwood is that, for a Clevelander such as me, the
local attraction of Chautauqua Lake is just too much a draw for a sight-seer
like me. Now granted, there is a huge Methodist centered camp on the lake,
where thousands of liberals gather each summer to bore each other to death
through exposure to opera and lectures, but despite that, the area has a
certain fatal attraction for me. I ended up driving round the lake a couple
times, checking out the restaurants and many tourist traps there, even
looking for graves of some of my ancestors in the area (SUCCESS, I think,
but the headstone was so weathered I'm not SURE if that was the ONE or not).

In Bemus Point on Sunday, I stopped for dinner, and as I was being served, a
boat blew up on the lake. For the next hour, the place was full of
emergency vehicles. Then a storm passed and wires fell, and I was stuck
there for an hour because they closed the streets. The most dramatic single
hour I've ever experienced, at least lately.

I also got to Findley Lake in time for the annual 4th of July "ring of
fire". Property owners around the tiny manmade lake light railroad flares
at the edge of their property, lighting the entire lake in a crimson glow.
I like to think they are actually assisting the X-ists at beaming right in
on Brushwood. Little do they know. But it's such a damn pretty sight. Not
quite as pretty as some of the tits around the bonfire, however.

I had hotly debated with myself about getting up in time to motor over to
Brushwood at 7 AM, but decided to masturbate instead and sleep in. When I
finally arose around 9:30, everything was STILL HERE. Dammit, fucked by Bob
once again. But it's a dependable fuck, the kind that keeps you coming back
for more.

Those of you that know me probably have come to realize that, in the main,
I'm kind of what they used to call a "swell". Thus, when it comes to
activities requiring, say, a tent, and/or bug repellent, I say, "not me".
Hence, I stayed at the Holiday Inn just a short ways away. I find it
extremely difficult to part with things like comfort as I age.

Nevertheless, I did make an X day sacrifice. When I went down to the lobby
to collect on my Holiday Inn Express Super Extended Free Continental
Breakfast, there were NO BOILED EGGS LEFT. Yes, I went an entire morning
WITHOUT EGGS of any sort. My punishment and repentance for sleeping past 7
AM on the holey-ist of days. NO EGGS.

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From: Two Beans <twobeans@godhatesyou.com>

UND KEINE EIER!

-2B

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From: "Priestess Pisces" <priestesspisces@NOTASPAMBUCKETearthlink.net>

damnit! i was gonna say that!

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From: Cardinal Vertigo <vertigo@alexandria.cc>

iDRMRSR wrote:
[snip]
> Nevertheless, I did make an X day sacrifice. When I went down to the lobby
> to collect on my Holiday Inn Express Super Extended Free Continental
> Breakfast, there were NO BOILED EGGS LEFT. Yes, I went an entire morning
> WITHOUT EGGS of any sort. My punishment and repentance for sleeping past 7
> AM on the holey-ist of days. NO EGGS.

You should have pitched a fit with the self-righetous fury of a militant
vegan denied acceptable fare on the SOLSTICE, of all days; or a zealous
orthodox Jew denied a kosher meal on YOM KIPPUR, of all days.

I bet they'd have come up with some eggs if you kept at it and made it
look good.

--
"There's nothing that will change someone's moral outlook quicker than
cash in large sums."
- Larry Flynt

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From: "Kevin Cunningham" <smskjd@mindspring.com>

Yeah, remember the words of Bob "Don't just eat a hamburger, eat the HELL
out of a hamburger." So, to paraphrase, don't just complain, complain to
HELL!

Rev. Dr. Junior Mints
Anti-Pope of Atlanta

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