satelliteoflovegm Posted September 4, 2011 Share Posted September 4, 2011 You had me at Man Hole Mountan. :sigh: Plaudits and exaltation to you fellow traveler. Then you shall be welcome for days boundless to rest in the deepest inner bowels of hallowed Man Hole Mountain. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hoodoo Posted September 4, 2011 Share Posted September 4, 2011 At the stroke of midnight, 'neath the full moon's glow we mount mighty stallions, shirtless and musky, full gallop we ride through thicketed woods and brambled forrest. Steads frothed from a harrowed ride we dismount near a moonlit brook. Waiting there are seven girls of village, each pledged from the age of enlightenment to serve the Moonglow Dozen. We are they. A refreshing bath in the brook of Solomon, we are then escorted to an alter of granite and moss. Ale is served whilst we are robed in silken capes. Our feet soaked in Hiberian Mountain Goat's milk. Twelve torches are lit. A chant is started, I can't speak it here, the chant enters it's seventh hour and the "state" is achieved. Torches extinguished, stallions rested, maidens waiting. A arrow ablaze is fired into the dawn's yawning sky, a series of twelve 200 year old oaks be thine target. The one that is struck and now on fire determines the number one overall pick. The tree is doused and the flame nears it's foreseen death. That tree shall be next years torches and feasting table. To a lake we ride, a great barge our destination, comfortable beds and yes, more mead, awaits our gullets. A band of blind Scotsmen, for they may not know our ways, plays an unknown tune as the sun reaches it's daytime zenith. The old Sole's beam strikes a set of optics revealing a hidden entrance to Man Hole Mountain. We're trying to get that name changed. Into Man Hole we crawl until a great orifice is reached. At first we crawl slowly, but the anticipation of draft day makes us delve faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The hall is reached by the dimming of the day's sun, and we rest. Bison, Elk, Tamarin, and Solenoden is prepared. More spirits, music, and loving abounds. The Scotsmen are led out and released. The maidens are led out and they wait. The Moonglow twelve are ready to draft. And...We...Do...Hazzah!!! It is done... Sometime we use a chat room or my basement. But we prefer the other. Sacrificing/Eating Bison/Buffalo?? Karma is going to get you... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
satelliteoflovegm Posted September 4, 2011 Share Posted September 4, 2011 Sacrificing/Eating Bison/Buffalo?? Karma is going to get you... The mystic Bison lives beyond our Earthly bounds, survives... no... flourishes in the afterlife. Hazzah!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brentastic Posted September 5, 2011 Author Share Posted September 5, 2011 At the stroke of midnight, 'neath the full moon's glow we mount mighty stallions, shirtless and musky, full gallop we ride through thicketed woods and brambled forrest. Steads frothed from a harrowed ride we dismount near a moonlit brook. Waiting there are seven girls of village, each pledged from the age of enlightenment to serve the Moonglow Dozen. We are they. A refreshing bath in the brook of Solomon, we are then escorted to an alter of granite and moss. Ale is served whilst we are robed in silken capes. Our feet soaked in Hiberian Mountain Goat's milk. Twelve torches are lit. A chant is started, I can't speak it here, the chant enters it's seventh hour and the "state" is achieved. Torches extinguished, stallions rested, maidens waiting. A arrow ablaze is fired into the dawn's yawning sky, a series of twelve 200 year old oaks be thine target. The one that is struck and now on fire determines the number one overall pick. The tree is doused and the flame nears it's foreseen death. That tree shall be next years torches and feasting table. To a lake we ride, a great barge our destination, comfortable beds and yes, more mead, awaits our gullets. A band of blind Scotsmen, for they may not know our ways, plays an unknown tune as the sun reaches it's daytime zenith. The old Sole's beam strikes a set of optics revealing a hidden entrance to Man Hole Mountain. We're trying to get that name changed. Into Man Hole we crawl until a great orifice is reached. At first we crawl slowly, but the anticipation of draft day makes us delve faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The hall is reached by the dimming of the day's sun, and we rest. Bison, Elk, Tamarin, and Solenoden is prepared. More spirits, music, and loving abounds. The Scotsmen are led out and released. The maidens are led out and they wait. The Moonglow twelve are ready to draft. And...We...Do...Hazzah!!! It is done... Sometime we use a chat room or my basement. But we prefer the other. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brentastic Posted September 5, 2011 Author Share Posted September 5, 2011 BTW, I got Hightower in the 6th round. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brentastic Posted September 5, 2011 Author Share Posted September 5, 2011 Oh and satelliteoflovegm - I'm still laughing out loud on that post. Post of year material my friend Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
satelliteoflovegm Posted September 5, 2011 Share Posted September 5, 2011 Oh and satelliteoflovegm - I'm still laughing out loud on that post. Post of year material my friend Thanks to you kind sir. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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