Here's the write-up
The Start----it must be.
It is.
3 beauties.
And another.
They are canned.
A slip of a Freud.
A younger me has emerged.
Salted Pepsi
And CB is delighted.
I feel secure.
Sister Chew
The medical community are represented.
It had to be Cakehole.
Charlie Chaplin returns.
Barry, about to don a rugby ball.
Here's Poohkey.
Serious orders.
Who have we here?
Old friends???
Freudian Slip is fit to burst.
"Give me a bite".
Kitty Licker looks out of place.
Not any more.
The kids are ready.
As is Cus.
No wonder the health service is floundering.
Awaitng the circle up; brrrrh.
We're ready to run.
The kids look cold.
It's not velly warm.
Here is the RA.
Here are the Hares.
Penetration explaining the trail.
Odds and sods.
What a duo.
What's this all about?
Could this be Hot Nuts?
It's cool out here.
Sparks in the night.
Knees up mother red.
What lashes.
What breasts.
Stoolie looks lucky.
The beer has warmed them up.
Hasher huddle up to keep warm.
Quick down-downs please.
The Hares are downed.
As is Freudian Slip.
2 virgins are toasted.
Another virgin drinks.
"I think mine are bigger".
Keeping warm.
The hostess with the mostest.
Our GM is replete.
He's eaten and now he's looking for trouble.
I wouldn't mess with Big Chew though.
Archie and Charlie
A handsome trio.
"Give us a hug"
Stoolie and Wet Spot on the floor.
They make a luverly couple.
2 old broads.
And a young'un.
2 (not quite so old) broads.
Tit envy by Slow Cooker.
Poohkey explores.
The Sheik and friend.
Say cheese.
An old threesome.
Who are they??
It was obviously them.
Lean on me.
Let's dance.
Not on the floor.
Muck Sucker in heaven.
Let's rock.
Come again soon.
The End---our route.
Combined VH3/Dark Side Halloween Run, November 1st, 2003
The Start----it must be.
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