As we all know, sometimes it can be tough to find trail. What really makes it hard is when the hare gives you bad directions to the start, oh and did I mention the start is 3 MILLION miles from anything? Ok, I am calm now. So eventually most of us found our way to the palatial estates of the Queen Creek Rancher People and milled around till order and purpose was brought to us by our GM/Hare, Nor-dic. (that means no dick you know!)

"Gather 'round" he bellowed. and we did, only to be instructed in the ways of the one true Path. "The Path has many err, paths" he mumbled, "but be not led astray by the YBF's, care not for the shiggy! For the True path leads to the golden nectar, and that my friends, shall be your salvation." Tithes were collected, and we all put on our raiment's of flowers and tropical shirts.

We waited in that purgatory of dust and sun till the anointed time, trumpets were blown (lucky trumpets!) and we were off to find the holy liquid. Well most of us anyway. Many were the apostates in our midst, and quickly did they fall from grace! Many from the Clan of the Meetin were tested, only to find themselves wanting. The shame and misery of their failure seemingly could only be squelched in the Pool of Sorrow and the Fires of Hunger (also know as the pool and bbq party at Casie's house).

But for those who sought the enlightenment, the path lay ahead(!). We ran until our path took us into the desert, for only there shall we find the Truth! Through dunes and gullies, cactus and blazing sun we shiggied. Toil turned to triumph as we found respite in a "BN" along the Path under a shady tree. Those that journey for the Truth often receive it in small doses along the Path.

But our pilgrimage was far from over, our souls unclean and in question. Forward we must go, for only at the "On-In" shall we truly be saved! WTFRU had journeyed often and while the greater sinners among us ran as to not fall from grace, his enlightenment allowed him to stay in front with much greater ease, almost as if he merely strolled on a shady day,
finding the Path without following its marks.

One of the darkest of souls, a deviant by the name of Phillip McKrevis mocked the Path with his &acing gear, FRB speed and dismissal of the nectar in favor of it's lowly component, water (shudder!) Out Of Order, CCOS, Luuuger, Victor Victoria, and Little Dinghy chased after McKrevis to save him from damnation, but alas, his Path and destiny were his own.

We found ourselves in the Orchard of Solitude, only to once again receive the gift of G' in the form of the nectar we so craved. Many had fallen way behind and their thirst was great. But the Path is merciful, and no matter how long it takes you, the Path remains. Eventually the slower among our numbers arrived and rejoiced in the nectar as well, only to see those further on the Path move away at speed.

I walked with those of the Slow Shoe, if only to appreciate their steady, calm pursuit of the Path. We talked of many things and I learned much. Most importantly, I learned not to follow Dumbo. As we walked, I saw one last glimpse of my old Pathmates running north, and yet the trail of the Slow Shoes led west. I thought this was strange, but occasionally I did see a sacred symbol that made me feel like we were still on the Path. Eventually the sacred symbols ceased and we were
forced into the darkness, onto a path of our own design. I felt the shame of my failure and it weighed heavily on my heart. We found our way back to the start, but those we had left behind on the Path had not returned yet.  The Path is long. The Path is Long.

We quenched our thirst for enlightenment with the foam and the amber (but mostly the foam). Eventually, the pilgrims we feared lost returned to tell of strange, exotic lands and even stranger Nectars. Apparently along the Path, G' had brought forth the Bounty of Mai Tai, but only the few that remained on trail had been able to rejoice in the gift. For us that had fallen from grace, we could only hope that next time we could follow the one true Path, and be delivered into Enlightenment.

We celebrated our lessons learned in a straight circle. Visitors and virgins alike were sacrificed and the sacrilegious punished. The sacred hymns were sung. Our Hare and mystery co-hare (BMWT3) were punished adequately and all rejoiced that we would have another chance, another day, to once again follow the Path! Then it was off to the Pool of
Sorrow! Ahhh, sorrow is salty!

Bar-men and On-on,
Ima Luuuger (L)

Pilgrims of the Path:

Salt R Rim
Swollen Hole
Pak A Man Hole
Just David
Can't Cum on Saturday
Bush Yakker
Just Janet Virgin (meet in)
Womb Service
WTFRU
Sticky Fingers
Ima Luuger
French Me Tunnel
69derthal
Little Dinghy
Phillip McKrevis
Daily Male
Impotent
Out of Order
Just Khanh virgin (brought by third eye blind)
Third Eye Blind
Just Bobby virgin (meet in)
ASS
Just Ray virgin (meet in)
Just Paul virgin (meet in)
Just Michael virgin (meet in)
Dumbo
Oral Escort
Little Pink
Wrong Number
Tower Erector