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24th Riding of the KDH3MC.
Sat. Dec. 14th, 2002
Hares: Cockshot
Hound: Chemo

Ride to Austin, and bug the shit out of Gaylord

So there I was, lying in bed, cock in one hand, and testicles in the other (you can't forget the boys of course) when I get a disturbing phone call from Chemo "uuuhh, hey you fuck, we're lost...you gave us the wrong directions", Gaylord "uuuuhhh, what are you talking about?, what directions?, who is this?, mom?"  chemo "directions to your pad, you homo, we're supposed to meet you today and party and shit, for the x-mas party"  gaylord "uuuuuhhh, okay"  Of course my first thoughts are that they're fucking with me, until the haze begins to clear and I realize that I have invited whatever kdh3 fuck wants to, to come up to austin and enjoy some beers.

after giving directions on the phone, I wait for the alloted 1 hour that they said they would be, and get another phone call, it seems they forgot the street name that I gave them, and are now in Round Rock (20miles north of austin)....stupid fucks.  Direrections are given again, and I wait the 20 min. that it will take them to get here, and I get another phone call. chemo"you're apts. are backwards, there is no left turn like you said, once we come into the complex", gaylord "oh, yeah, well that's because you're in the complex across the street you stupid fuck"....stupid fucks.

finally after the arrival, and the much traditional ass grabbin, and tit insults, we settle in and decide to make it out for beers.  Cockshot rides downtown to meet her man, for a night of some good stuff.   Slut slinger joins us and we have some thai for dinner, no not a 12y/0 thai boy (keep your comments to yourselves) and purchase to cases of DOS XX and proceed to drink them all before heading out and crashing a very swanky x-mas party, in a more affluent part of austin, then it's off to the whisky room in downtown austin.  we drank a lot, that's all I remember, and oh, yeah, I remember chemo's dumbass look, like when he's drunk...you all know that look.  he looks like patton when he's constipated.  we end up having slut slinger with us, as he has met us for an evening of fun and excitement...what he ended up doing after the whisky room, I don't know, but I didn't take him home in the truck, so he must've walked in 35 degree weather.  proven by the phone call in the morning, "i'll come get my bike in a day or so"

on the way home, all I could here was the incesent whining about getting some food at taco cabana....but after 3 miles, all I could hear was the incesant snoring of chemo chopping logs....or should I say, clearcutting a forest.  We get back to my place, kick him out of the truck, tuck him in, get him a glass of milk, put my cock in his mouth, and it immediately went limp, so I remove it, and go to sleep myself.

next day, we ride to Luling and get bbq at one of the more famous bbq joints in central texas.  cockshot is with us, after spending the entire night, babysitting a bunch of flyboys, who are never annoying when they've been drinking...HA!

we bid farewell, and they are on their way to corpus christi, and I ride back to austin.  all in all, a great time, and glad to see old friends.

uh...religion...yeah, well, uh, we had that, and we drank beer, and accused people of shit, mostly for not being there, and then we drank for them, so as not to waste any beer.

on on

Gaylord Focker