breakfast after fishing with countless, braindead
anglers in the fishathon.......we finally are brought back into civilization
Ac does his best imitation of catapults with a dull fork.....tasty hashbrowns towards our table....DUH....feeble excuses for Saddam scuds.......they fall uselessly a few feet short of target........Sledin picks up his launcher.....and proceeds to hit Target..(Ac)....right into the honeyhole......HE EATS IT!!!!..
....afew more scud attempts (pre palm tree win)
....I request an easy-over egg as a new weapon........it goes un-noticed....more taters
....Ac....next marathon........BE PREPARED AND ARMOURED.......TARGET IN SIGHT!!!!....GRUMP....SLEDIN...
..MUSKEE....CHIEF....L
ILCHIEF......and......
.INCOMING......GRUMP
