--- In OliveStarlightOrchestra_at_yahoogroups.com, "Hiram Gonash"
<okfreddy_at_h...> wrote:
> --H.G. AKA
> Charles Chesebro - Aged Cheese Monger (and smelled like it. I
*STILL*
> haven't washed my costume after all these years. OTOH, no
cockroaches.
> )
>
> (Shit! I don't remember what my peasant name was. Where's Sue Hall
or
> Billy or Annye the Wench or Karen or Lisa Butterfield- they might
> remember...)
>
> Memories...Peckerman Scratchit, Damian Demonson Hellstrom, the water
> truck at 7:00 A.M., chai for breakfast, showering Sunday night, the
> glorious smell of three-day old limburger on a hot Monday afternoon
-
> Labor Day weekend, the orgies and drugs, Celt Camp, the striptease
> competition at night - men vs women, the "turkeys", the turkey legs,
> blissing on artichokes...
>
> Such was youth. Not that I participated in any of it. Nope. Just an
> observer. Boy Scout, y'know - God and Country.
PFFFFFTTTT!!! Boy scout my great-aunt's patoot! You were no more a
boy scout than Salmon Rusdie was Osama Bin Laden's next door neighbor.
One day at camp does not a boy scout make.
Besides, boy scouts do NOT retain the smell of limburger cheese 25
years after leaving the Ren Faire.
(Where's my air freshener???)
-G.H.
Received on 2004-09-15 23:01:47
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