Marc and I rode with CO on Golden Spike. When the crap hit the fan, everyone was thinking the worst. We knew that Marc had some water but CO didn't.
We were the last truck in line at that point, last to move, last to know what was going on. Marc and I didn't have the experience to help soooo......
Marc and I acted out.
I gave away one of CO's Gatorades to Shaggy earlier because he looked like he had been out in the sun and heat for days, lips were black- he was sunken in like a lizard.
We found his candy and some snacks and drank some beers we plotted/and begged for in someone else's cooler.
When CO got back into the truck after an obstacle, he looked into the cooler and he had 1/2 a bottle of water and a soda left. He thought it was all we had. So when I went to put his old Gatorade bottle he had in the drink holder in the trash bag, to clear out room and help.
He got this wild desperate look in his eyes and he begged/belted out "Wait, there is still some left!!!"
We just laughed at him and then he wanted some candy- I ate almost all of his favorite kind (Twix) and then sat on the bag (on accident) and molded them to the shape of my ass.
CO was helping and being a good boy and he was stuck with two bored people giggling at him and comsuming his stuff. Poor CO.
04-30-2006, 08:56 PM
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