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(posted to r.m.h. on June 14, 1999)
Hi all, I just learned that one of the rules of the BS is that I have to post an account of how I was in*duct*ed, funny I don't remember any thing to do with tape. As a matter of fact I don't remember to much of anything. Wonder if someone slipped one of those date rape drugs in my beer. What I do remember is, the wife and I pulled into the camp ground dazed and confused. After making the first wrong turn of the whole trip, we stopped at the bathroom. You ever notice that the bathrooms at gas stations near camp grounds are always out of order? Anyway the first couple we saw, was dp and Big Red. At the time it struck me as odd that he was sitting on the ground outside of the building and she was washing some slime off his feet. Now I know what that was all about. Good thing no kids were there to see something like that, some things should be done in private. After introductions (still no tape) we were invited to join them at their camp site. Kind of like the spider and the fly. He even waited patiently during the registration. Maybe that's when I should of gotten worried. Once at the camp site we were introduced (not funny any more) to the rest of the slugs. The only other time I ever heard of a slug, was when my wife complained about them eating her tomatoes in the garden. They were just getting ready to head into town to pick up supplies. We needed to find a room so we tagged along, not realizing that was part of their plan to convert us. That's when things start getting a bit foggy. I do remember dp standing over me with some kind of electronic devise and in a reverent voice saying, "From now on you are BS#31". I'm sure now that I think about it, my mind (what little I have left), blanked out all memory of the bad stuff to prevent future nightmares. I feel bad for LESDL and Don remembering so vividly what happened to them. They are stronger men than I. Ol'Boy BS#31
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