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FtWorthRally

3:36 am Saturday 1 December 2001

Touchgroup meeting starring Nathan S as our leader and Katy from Austin and I as the only remaining members. The touchgroup is over and Scottie just walked up, 'there y'all are!' pshh. yeah.

Sean has the entire text of Pulp Fiction on his handspring visor.

Katy says, 'bloop.'

This rally is relatively small, Laura C notices. 7 newcomers altogether.

Samantha Nagel, Erica's sister is here! Quite a fun surprise; I remember meeting her at her first rally - like Dallas 1997 or so. Cool beans! Now she is here with her boyfriend person who Erica thinks looks like me.

He and I disagree.

Before opening circle, crazy bouncing balls in the concrete floor sanctuary. Wheee!!!

Bryn and I traded books; I gave her Way of the Peaceful Warrior, and she gave me one on travel. I gave her the recommendation that I wrote for her for some scholarship thing.

'fast and loose'' baby, after teaching the dog to read that is, that's how i play it.

hello lalalalala i cant type at all

Good luck to me(laura) on being coherent. It's late and im sleepy, but i am quite excited about the rally. Balloon animals, yo! and i have been having some serious silent football withrawal since i haven't played since SWUUSI. looong time. and how cool is the rally bandana idea? pretty darn spiffy. except that mine sticks up funny and makes me look like a priest or somethin. except for the whole female thing... that's kind of a tip off that im... well, not.. Rob is over here asking Kate about random stuff. learning about her. yay for that.
'dude, i dont get this. the dining room has carpet; the rest of the place has tile. this is messed up.' -Dan/Doc
random thought of the day: 'Massages are like orgasms, you can give one to yourself but it's a helluvalot better when someone else gies it to you.' -me ok im gonna shut up now, i love you, Rob!      -laura!

5:52 am

The mime/balloon lady was pretty funny. She gave Sean her camera and he recorded her for a while and then I recorded the rest of the antics, for a grand total of abouut 2 hours. She never spoke a word, but was certainly funny.

Super funny was when she fake tripped oer someone's foot and then measured it with her hands down at his foot: one hand at the toe and one at the heel, and then stood up and looked astonished as her hands were fully 3 feet apart!

Sean and I joked about balloon inflation that we could not do in one breath like the guy at Tulsa, and the guy (Troy) at San An. Funny stuff.

I slightly skinned my knee trying to film her inflating the balloon with her little machine.

Bedtime now. Relatively early for me, but hey. I wanna play SF and have to drive home.

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Saturday day

8:42 am Saturday 1 December 2001

awake.

Bryn telling people about her OZ trip during breakfast. Lots of sideline encouragement to those people from me.

9:25 am

Bryn harassing me in front of the same breakfast bunch about my cut foot at Salt Lake City.

9:56 am

Morning Worship now. Discussing the 7 UU principles.

Sean:

rob is duct taping his feet cause of the stickers in the fuckin field. 'say goodbye foot hair' 'just give me one small bandaid!' his foot looks like a air duct i guess. now he's telling me about his foot scars from GA '99(?) it goes like this: cut foot; hop hop hop; puddle puddle; sock; sock; shoe; shoe; clean; clean; trash; worship; dance; ultimate; take care of cut. good job rob.
now he's definatley 'got something in his hand' possibly a splinter, or itty bitty piece of glass

1:24 pm

Played ultimate with duct tape still on my feet, sandals, duct tape holding them on. Worked very well.

Then lunch and now I'm going to take a nap.

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silent football

9:15pm Saturday December 2001

Notes taken by Laura "Sexy Shorts," who was wearing pants:

Pre-game snacks consisted of beef jerky, water, and cow secretions(milk) for Hardy Funk.
9:17 pm Rob explains rules. laura is excited because she figured out how to make a time stamp. :) whee.
9:19 pm Ian's 'boobs' are being felt from both sides... he seems to be enjoying it. Rules maybe?
9:26 pm yay we are getting to the rules. ian took off his bra and his boobs fell off. he should be amusing.
9:29(fun with time stamps) pm Sean the bibbster is here with his cool hat! yay. all is well now. names: i apologize for crappy spelling
sexy shorts
tanzit
mr. ratzoe's butt
barren von namechange
dick
mr the bibbster
mr that guy over there
gesundheit
miss ellen
miss jennifer
mistress scratch n sniff
padre donut in mis pantalones
el puerquito de la muerte
help
(miss) bryn
big funk
little funk
mistress ratt
erin
miss windbreaker
mr dictator
9:48 pm pronoun quote 'to' unquote.
sexy shorts explains the past behind mr. dictator's name 'Kleinen freund in deinen hose kartoffeln' to big funk entirely in German. Mr. dictator talks about the mime's funny shoe thing for no apparent reason.
10:08 pm there was confusion as to whether mr. yellow shirt existed or not. apparently he does.
mr. ratzoe's butt seems to have immediately forgotten that mr. yellow shirt does exist.
simon came in and sat in between padre and scratch n sniff. in order to fwap right, scratch has to fwap simon's right leg, to fwap left, padre has to fwap simon's left leg.
miss erin doesn't know what to do when she gets the ball so she shrugged. everyone cheered and the game continued. she looked confused.
mr phat pat's name is changed to mistah dobolina mistah bob dobolina
mister dictator tells a funny calvin story after asking what the fuck mistress ratt was doing (shaking up the cokes) 'what does it look like im doing?'
customary fuck you clown fuck you!
Ms bryn mysteriously dissapeared.
Mr yellow shirt recieves 1/2 penance point for wasting mr. dictator's time.
the room is full of belching
--Fat Pat while burping 'shut up' he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he --mr yellow shirt who just burped after the decree of no more burping.
namechange zoomed a cold rush of air. mr yellow shirt got 1/2 a pen pt for burping again.

Mr Yellow Shirt intentionally has gulped so much air so he can burp that he is all 'ow' and can hardly get a burp out!
hahahahaha
duke one eyed trouser snake curley fries

mr yellow shirt discovers that he has 9 penance points, and loses the game.

He had to perform Little Bunny Foo Foo while being held upside down at the talent show.

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