Amok Shall Be Run: Naked Adventures in the Desert
So anyways, this one time last summer. My friends and I and Brad decided to go camping. Yes, camping, my friends. We went camping at this little god-forsaken hellhole of a lovely spot called Little Sahara. Little Sahara is a wide expanse of nothing but sand, lying a few hours south of here. Sand. Sand as far as the eye can see. So we camped. me and brad and nathan wong and hans and james and steve h. and rob and ross and wes. anyways it was the middle of the night. we were the only ones camping for miles. there was no moon. it was very dark. we were all frolicking about in the sand minus wong. he was worshiping the devil or something. we seem to be minus wong a lot lately. oh yeah. minus wong. I don't remember who it was, but someone came up with the idea of running around naked in the sand. So we did. 7 naked men in the dead of night running around trying not see each others' penises. All was going well until someone suggested we play "king of the mountain" on the dunes. No one wanted to touch anybody so this consisted of running up the mountain until you got within about 5 feet of the 3 guys at the top who would promptly chase you down the hill backwards with their asses pointed at you. Tons of fun. Then we had gay sex.
AMOK SHALL BE RUN!!!