We loaded up our "Party Bus" at the crack of 11... err noon (thanks to a few gringos who have overly assimilated to Chilean culture), and made our way to Sump Pump's fantastic seaside abode. Sir Sump Pump, Finger in the Dyke, and their army of dogs set a Shitty Trail winding through the hills (damn the hills), rocks and more hill type things. During the chalk talk, this puppy (who still needs a home I understand) demonstrated less about how to follow the trail and more about how to eat it.
|Bone Her Parts is both bored and appalled|
|Flour or Poo? I'm not gonna taste it... you taste it...|
|Beer is SOO near.|
|Or not... FAKE OUT.... sad hashers|
|"I long to be.... Close... to ... Brew..."|
|Last chance to back out...|