snow adventure!
After returning home we
had a buttload of beef for burritos and then Mike and I, being the
men that we are, decided that we should have another snowball fight.
Unfortunately,
no one agreed, so we went back to our old reliable hill on some
guy's property. Unfortunately, this was also a terrible idea because
the fog comes in and night, reducing visibility effectively to 20
feet. 
Armed only with one flashlight and a walkie-talkie, we trusted our
creation and decided that if something went wrong and we hit a tree,
the fun outweighed the risk of death. I tried first with fairly
disastrous results considering I was completely out of control,
couldn't see more than 5 feet ahead of me, and hurt myself a few
times falling off the sled from the shock. Mike and I went down
a couple times, not really going all the way down for fear of having
to walk all the way up the huge steep hill, but on the last run
I had the scariest adventure of them all. I climbed basically to
the very top of the hill and then decided I should go all the way
down no matter what and just hold on as best I could, so I pulled
in my feet and went flying down the deathtrap. I also found both
the jumps on the way down and bruised my back even more, but I held
on and kept going, snow splattering in my eyes until I saw a giant
tree 
in front of me. Scared, and rightly so, I screamed and then hit.
Mike waited a couple seconds after calling my name, and then I finally
realized I wasn't dead and answered. "Yeah, I'm ok, I just
hit the snow bank at the end! Your turn!" to which he answered,
"I think I'm done." We were back in time for iron chef
and then we watched Aliens. We freaked Heather out some more of
course and played a little dance bop-it, however, we were fairly
exhausted from the long day of dangerous, stupid activities so we
gave up on that after a few tries. Mike and I had a good talk about
life in general before going to sleep at the antipodes of the same
bed.
We were awoken by the ladies, 
who proceeded to jump into bed with us for their morning romp, then
we all headed upstairs to eat and pack to go home. Well, the girls
did everything while we watched, but we got some good dirty hairy
movie watching done. We found these statues 
of cows doing sexually explicit things, but thought it was not bad
enough and fixed it. 
We also let Kenny and his brother put the chains on the cars since
most pile-o-crap SUVs are top heavy, 2-wheel drive, and slide everywhere
when real outdoor conditions are presented. Even with chains, Heather
could not back her shiny new SUV into the driveway after we came
back from the snow hill. 
It was rather neat to watch sparks fly everywhere was the pavement
was eaten up from the metal chains. The sedan did much better overall
then the SUV. I HATE SUVs. Soon we packed and went home, but not
before Mike and I ate all the leftover food, such as jerky, cookies,
soda, and crackers. The ride home is where we invented another magical
game of fun. THE WINK GAME!
Lots of good winking was done, and I personally made a young boy
question his sexuality, an old woman changing lanes laugh, and we
both winked at a fairly cute girl in a big redneck truck with her
dad sitting next to her. We never looked back, so we assume her
father is still looking for us. Once home, we checked in on Andy
to see what he had been up to. It goes as follows.
