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You see, it all started like this.
“OK, I’ll try just one drink.”
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Then another, and another.
Pretty soon, and without warning, the Highpoint High Jinks have begun.
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What should appear from the back of someone’s pickup truck?
A stack of old porn magazines, of course!
Jeff found one that featured 302 teenage breasts.
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So Gill (in the red ball cap) began the process of counting each and every one.
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He carefully flipped through each page, several times, to be sure that the publisher hadn’t shortchanged us.
Kind of like the “Consumer’s Report” of the porn world.
What a guy.
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The funny thing was, he’d get up to something like 212 breasts, and someone would distract him and he’d lose count.
So back to the beginning of the magazine he’d go, to start all over again.
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where he seems to have found a more hospitable companion for the evening.
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It was just another typical night at Winter Camp!
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This was taken on Sunday morning, as (L to R) Steve, Dave and Jeff rehash the stories from the weekend.
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