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Our team also managed to sabotage ourselves.... Palin, the genius that she is, carefully concealed our egg in a padded, empty Old Style can... but by the time we reached the end, those in charge of turning in the egg were in no shape to remember it was in the can...
we found it hours later, when the egg-keeper (who will remain nameless) was getting in the cab to go home....
Pee Wee, while my face and back are continuing to recoop from the lashings I was dealt only blocks from the final checkpoint, my pride has yet to be restored.
After innocently swiping what i thought was the remains of a fallen cart nearing the end of its lifeline, I was quickly thrust into a situation where I feared not only for my life, but those of my teamates as well. An epic yet terrifying 8 block sprint ensued, at which point I decided that I needed to give back the flag as my pursuant (pee wee) was clearly tireless, not to mention that I had just recently spewed beer across the floor of bar # 5 so my body could go no further.
Handing back the flag in utter humiliation, I was immediately slammed with a baseball swing of the broom straight to the cheek...bristles first. I am not sure the Chidid rules on steroids, but I think that we may have a case of A-Rod proportions on our hands needing investigation. Regardless, the home run swing was followed with a brief apology that I assume was meant only to inspire false feelings of security. As I dusted myself off in astounishment, I assured her that I was fine...before I could finish my sentence however I took another lashing over the back that fractured the broom. Retreating back to her camp victoriously I never saw Pee Wee again, though I wish i had if only to congratulate her on a fight well fought. Your apology is accepted...though unnecessarry. See you next year.
Pee Wee said:Kudos to the team that bike locked Chairy to the fence in front of all my team mates while I was getting us registered at Empty Bottle. Apparently my team didn't take to heart my motto of "Guard the cart like your testicles" They were kind enough to release it with a little Makers Mark but I gave Pee-Wee and the gang a tongue lashing like no other!
Also, I have to apologize to the poor guy who took our broom-slash-flag pole. I didn't mean to break it in half over your body after I chased you down. You seemed nice enough! Hope your rib's and face are ok?!?
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