And everything goes quiet....

*Crickets*

First off, everything can't go quiet if there are crickets.

Second off, you have much to learn.

Why you gotta be like that man?

*nervously looking back over my shoulder*

You can reconize me from the back of my neck? So how long have you been stalking me and staring at my ass? Do I need to get a restraining order?



I suppose it couldn't hurt to tell you the back story...

In the weeks before the Woodson Ball Cupping Reunion, teh gays over at ST had this stupid thread about the event, so I started a mocking thread over at Todd's sleepy little site, mostly pointing and laughing... When I figured I had the hook set, I told teh Ball Cupping Story in a series of postings. The thread had a some hits, then several days before the event, somebody linked the thread to teh won at ST. The thread at Todd's site got 1500 hits in a day and I got dozens of angry e-mails... heh. And you noes me, awlways willing to spike teh ball. I made that shirt, based on the pic. Loaded up 5 cases of beer and won of soda and walked up the hill on the day of the event and passed out teh cold drinks... Sum thought it wus funny, sum just got straight up butthurtz. I had a fun day, got awl drunk, did sum climbing and saw a bunch of old friends from the way back.

Here is the cut and pasted story.



"So I went down to Woodson Brokeback mountan this past weekend, to see what all the fuss was about.

What a mess.

I sat in my car watching the scene on the street for a while. The Ball cuppers would roll up, jump out of their cars and begin cupping themselves. When another cupper would arrive, they would walk up to greet each other, shaking with won hand and cupping with the other. Sometime they would also kiss each other on the lips, and I swear I saw some of the gayer won slipping each other the tounge. Afterward, holding each others hands, they would swish up the trail to Brokeback mountain, where the real Ball Cupping would occur.

After watching the street for about an hour, it seemed like most the Ball Cuppers that were going to cum, had arrived, shot loads all over each other and walked up. I figured it was time to see what the Ball Cuppers were actually doing on Brokeback Mountain.

I hadn't noticed it before, but as I crossed the street I slipped and almost fell, the fuking street was covered in jizz. At first I thought it might be hard to figure out where the Ball Cupper had gone, it's a big mountain, soon it became clear, just follow the snail trail.

As I headed up Brokeback mountain the snail trail became a stream of jizz ozzing down the road. I donned my waterproofs and rubber ducky boots, I didn't really want to get soaked. I could tell I was getting close, the stream of jizz had becume a river and there was some sort of geyser, down behind some boulders, shooting loads up into the sky. Finaly, I found a high spot up on a boulder, where I watch the Ball Cupping Frenzy. Luckly I had my umbrella, the sky was still raining droplets of seman. Still I can't believe what I saw....


later, I would use several gallons of eye bleach to try to sear the image of what I saw that day.

The Ball Cuppers had, cleared an area between several large boulders and had formed some sort of Ball Cupping pool. There were dozens of them, all splashing and frolicking in the pool of jizz. It was like a gay bath house down there. Soon the head Ball Cupper arrived, clad only in a pair of tight leather crotchless chaps. He stood above the pool of jizz, arms outstretched to the sky as several of the slightly more blorted Ball Cuppers... well, you know, cupped his balls.

I reconized the Ball Cupper in the chaps from the way back. He was pretty gud back then and it looked like he hadn't blorted up like most of the other ball cuppers. I figured, he could likely still do a move or too, though I never really did see any climbing going on that day.... just a bunch of Ball Cupping.

When the head Ball Cupper lowered his arms, a hush came over the crowd. I new something was going to happen... but what? I thought, nothing could be sicker than what I had already witnessed...

I was RONG!

I wasn't close enough to hear what was being said but suddenly Blorted Ball Cuppers started beaching themselves, face down, belly flopping themselve on to the banks of the pool of jizz.

Then these guys arrived....

[IMG]http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k146/allwashedup/bc.jpg[/IMG]

I'd seen enough, I had a gud idea what was going to happen to those blorted, beached whales. I slid off the back of the boulder and hussled down the mountain. The screams cumming from the jizz pool, sounded like baby seals being clubed to death. I turned up my i-pod and just tried to forget everything, I had seen and heard. Halfway down, I saw a guy walking up. Even though my eyes weren't gud enough to see who it was, I knew he was won of them, cuz he had won of those mattresses use for gay sex straped on his back.

As I got closer, I realized I knew this guy. Hadn't seen him in 20 years, still I knew and had climbed with this guy from the way back. FUK!!! What to do? OK, just play it cool, Hey...

Before I new it, this guy had his hand out to shake and his other hand in my pants cupping me. I just stood there stunned. In his eyes, I could see something was rong. I wanted to be polite, didn't want to hurt his feelings and I wanted to get the fuk out of there. I swear to god, it was just the back of my hand and I swear, it was on the outside of his pants, but I gave him a gentle nudge. Looking down at my bare wrist, I pulled the old 'Look at the time, got to go routine', and I was out of there."

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You gotta break out the solo gear now and again. It hasn't seen much action this year but the last two years the old Petzle Basic was pretty much my most reliable belay slave.

*nervously looking back over my shoulder*

You can reconize me from the back of my neck? So how long have you been stalking me and staring at my ass? Do I need to get a restraining order?



I suppose it couldn't hurt to tell you the back story...

In the weeks before the Woodson Ball Cupping Reunion, teh gays over at ST had this stupid thread about the event, so I started a mocking thread over at Todd's sleepy little site, mostly pointing and laughing... When I figured I had the hook set, I told teh Ball Cupping Story in a series of postings. The thread had a some hits, then several days before the event, somebody linked the thread to teh won at ST. The thread at Todd's site got 1500 hits in a day and I got dozens of angry e-mails... heh. And you noes me, awlways willing to spike teh ball. I made that shirt, based on the pic. Loaded up 5 cases of beer and won of soda and walked up the hill on the day of the event and passed out teh cold drinks... Sum thought it wus funny, sum just got straight up butthurtz. I had a fun day, got awl drunk, did sum climbing and saw a bunch of old friends from the way back.

Here is the cut and pasted story.



"So I went down to Woodson Brokeback mountan this past weekend, to see what all the fuss was about.

What a mess.

I sat in my car watching the scene on the street for a while. The Ball cuppers would roll up, jump out of their cars and begin cupping themselves. When another cupper would arrive, they would walk up to greet each other, shaking with won hand and cupping with the other. Sometime they would also kiss each other on the lips, and I swear I saw some of the gayer won slipping each other the tounge. Afterward, holding each others hands, they would swish up the trail to Brokeback mountain, where the real Ball Cupping would occur.

After watching the street for about an hour, it seemed like most the Ball Cuppers that were going to cum, had arrived, shot loads all over each other and walked up. I figured it was time to see what the Ball Cuppers were actually doing on Brokeback Mountain.

I hadn't noticed it before, but as I crossed the street I slipped and almost fell, the fuking street was covered in jizz. At first I thought it might be hard to figure out where the Ball Cupper had gone, it's a big mountain, soon it became clear, just follow the snail trail.

As I headed up Brokeback mountain the snail trail became a stream of jizz ozzing down the road. I donned my waterproofs and rubber ducky boots, I didn't really want to get soaked. I could tell I was getting close, the stream of jizz had becume a river and there was some sort of geyser, down behind some boulders, shooting loads up into the sky. Finaly, I found a high spot up on a boulder, where I watch the Ball Cupping Frenzy. Luckly I had my umbrella, the sky was still raining droplets of seman. Still I can't believe what I saw....


later, I would use several gallons of eye bleach to try to sear the image of what I saw that day.

The Ball Cuppers had, cleared an area between several large boulders and had formed some sort of Ball Cupping pool. There were dozens of them, all splashing and frolicking in the pool of jizz. It was like a gay bath house down there. Soon the head Ball Cupper arrived, clad only in a pair of tight leather crotchless chaps. He stood above the pool of jizz, arms outstretched to the sky as several of the slightly more blorted Ball Cuppers... well, you know, cupped his balls.

I reconized the Ball Cupper in the chaps from the way back. He was pretty gud back then and it looked like he hadn't blorted up like most of the other ball cuppers. I figured, he could likely still do a move or too, though I never really did see any climbing going on that day.... just a bunch of Ball Cupping.

When the head Ball Cupper lowered his arms, a hush came over the crowd. I new something was going to happen... but what? I thought, nothing could be sicker than what I had already witnessed...

I was RONG!

I wasn't close enough to hear what was being said but suddenly Blorted Ball Cuppers started beaching themselves, face down, belly flopping themselve on to the banks of the pool of jizz.

Then these guys arrived....

[IMG]http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k146/allwashedup/bc.jpg[/IMG]

I'd seen enough, I had a gud idea what was going to happen to those blorted, beached whales. I slid off the back of the boulder and hussled down the mountain. The screams cumming from the jizz pool, sounded like baby seals being clubed to death. I turned up my i-pod and just tried to forget everything, I had seen and heard. Halfway down, I saw a guy walking up. Even though my eyes weren't gud enough to see who it was, I knew he was won of them, cuz he had won of those mattresses use for gay sex straped on his back.

As I got closer, I realized I knew this guy. Hadn't seen him in 20 years, still I knew and had climbed with this guy from the way back. FUK!!! What to do? OK, just play it cool, Hey...

Before I new it, this guy had his hand out to shake and his other hand in my pants cupping me. I just stood there stunned. In his eyes, I could see something was rong. I wanted to be polite, didn't want to hurt his feelings and I wanted to get the fuk out of there. I swear to god, it was just the back of my hand and I swear, it was on the outside of his pants, but I gave him a gentle nudge. Looking down at my bare wrist, I pulled the old 'Look at the time, got to go routine', and I was out of there."

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I'd rather not know where they've been

Oh teach me! Mighty Meddekips

Can't teach an old dog new trix.

getter a better climber

HA!

Unusually harsh from Donny, I like it!

You no love the Spike longtime?

Harsh how so?
Just razzing her about her commutte.

Harrrrrsh

I dont mind it now that the leaves are changing.

You old horn dog, you. Even getting turned on by leaves switching clothes.

That is some fucked up shit... Dendriphilia is not my thing though.

Hey guys, CI got the PTFTW.

You old horn dog, you. Even getting turned on by leaves switching clothes.