Ya know there's just something so beautiful about a trail where:
1.  You lose your keys, only to have someone else find them.
2.  You drink far too much beer.
3.  You pick ticks off yourself.
4.  You wake up completely fiting the description 'bleary eyed'.
5.  Despite being bleary eyed you realize there's yet another tick crawling
    over yourself.
6.  When you finally get to work, you realize, "Ugh."  Saying more then that
    is just flat out too difficult untill more fluids have managed to stay
    in your system.
7.  And you pick off another damn tick.  Can I get a 'Spoon!'?
8.  You realize, wait I didn't get cut up last night, and I don't remember
    and stinging nettles.
9.  Title - you should tell somebody about the present fukstik left on their
    deck.
10. Did I mention too much beer?

Oh and I think my crotch(!) hurts.
-thfkas

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