My side of the story huh?
Yes!!! for the first time in my life, trip to idaho, my backside got chapped.I"m perdy sure it had somethin to do with the backflip half gainer I did out wonderin around on them hills and mines when I fell and rolled around in the snow. (Ya'll just standin there pointin n gigglin at me ) Never n I do mean never have I got in the tub after a day of hikin around the hills lookin at stuff, crawled in a tub of hot water and howled like I did that night. Good lord who'da thunk ya'd need a jumbo supply of chapstick......fer yer butt cheeks? NOT me....I"m from Texas. It gets cold here yes, (ya know, like 40 degrees) I dont know if it was thong related or not, but I bet the next time I got me a pair of longjons on under there!!!!
Have ya ever tried to wash that fake canned whip cream outta yer hair at 3 am in the mornin??? Bleave me...it's not a easy thing to do after a few too many margarita's. Deer in the head light look is prolly exactly what I looked like. There I thought I'd won the snatchy grabby battle, when I see this big ole hand full of whip cream comin at my head. Ewww nasty....it was sooooo stickyyyyyyyy.
Shoe had ran outta beer, and no one was offerin him nothin else to drank, so I obliged. "Ya want somethin to drink?" he says sure. I said, "don't thank we got any more cups, brang yer empty beer bottle over here n we'll fix ya right up"......now this margarita ball....dont know if ya'll have ever seen one, but it's a big plastic thing that holds prolly 2 gallons or better, and has a pump on the top to despense it out of. He's standin there holdin his empty beer bottle....and I'm thinkin ok...I gotta pump this here do dad n fill that up....It was a two person job. A sight to see I"m sure. Everone was laffin at us. (stories like this one n ya'll are gonna thing we a bunch of drunks) it dont happen often. Once ever couple years or so.
Anywho, we had a good time, ended up makin a friend for life. Wouldn't trade it for nothin in the world. Even tho he gives me a hard time about my big hairdo(n it's nota big hairdo), calls me scrawny, any and all of his unfortunate luck somehow becomes my fault ("ya shoulda warned me") he says. There's somethin to be said about a friendship where ya know, no matter what, no matter how many miles seperate ya, you'd both drop what you were doin to go help the other if it was needed.