Southern Region War Camp

 

Ah, Southern Region War Camp, this is one of my favorite events.   Alexander and I start early; Alexander's a great guy, if you ever need a beer, go into his tent -- he always has extras...

It was twilight and I was walking around and what did my eyes see? A beautiful, and very comfortable looking, maiden, so I lay down beside her for a brief nap...

And then I woke up! Whoa! major hot people puppy pile! Not that I really minded or anything like that...

Who's more fun to hang around with then Julie?   DRUNK JULIE!!!! ha ha ha...

 

I don't remember much at this point, and there are too many people to blame for my condition at this point...especially me... Apparently I was going around kissing random people with a "Zen cloven lemon"...

Gregor has really really great hands. I wish he would open up a shearing station; he's so gentle, and his hands are always warm... Well, his tongue's not bad either.

 

I must have been really drunk at this point if I'm humping Omar. I like Omar and all, but he seems to get upset every time I come on to him. I guess he just isn't into sheep...     More War Camp, this way...

 

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