And this was how it all started.
Seamus, unimpressed.
 

 


Oozing, taking a moment to himself.
(thankfully, the dark pants helped conceal the streak of pee)
 

 


Trail Hoover and Basket were unimpressed.
 

 


Trying to dance on skis.
Pathetic!
 

 


Let's ski through this!
 

 


The whopping 2 inches of snow made for prime X-C ski conditions.
 

 


Relief at the beer check.
It's called beer!
 

 


Snowshoes had the advantage.
 

 


Someone came prepared!
 

 


The chill in the air left everyone stupified.
 

 


Basket: "Wood! I need wood!"
Dogmeat: "Viagra! You need Viagra!"
 

 


Hoovah: "Fire! I need fire!"
 

 


Ski Bobbit, mesmerized by his creation.
 

 


The Fat One, obviously disappointed in the lack of shiggy on trail,
brilliantly decided to create his own!.
 

 


Show off!
 

 


Even Seamus was jealous.
 

 


Beer check. Amazingly, nobody got hurt.
 

 


It was One Drunk who came prepared!
...but not for the singing!
 

 


Not all were so lucky.
 

 


Circle Up!.
 

 


Ski Bobbit obiously consulted his fashion advisor for this event.
 

 


"Did someone put something in the food?"
 

 


"Did someone put something in my beer?
I hope it's not Basket's IPA."
 

 


"I can't quit you!"
 

 


..and neither could they.
 

 


Holy Ozone!
 

 


Basket + Basket's ass + Trinity Russian Imperial Stout + Sparklers = Something we'd all like to forget
 

 


Mr Rogers being punished ...for wearing too many layers.
 

 


That block of ice was too enticing for others to pass up.
Cums Alone making note of all this.
 

 


Dry Foot letting everyone know what he really thought.
 

 


Yes, it was a blur!
 

 


RIH3 bimbos getting their fair share.
 

 


And this was how it all started.
Oozing offering to explain.
 

 


And this was how it all started.
Cums Alone belting one out.
 

 


Does anyone remember his name?
Does anyone remember him being there?
 

 


Obviously not Friar.
 

 


"I can't quit you!"
 

 


Heterosexual activity! Brilliant!
And this was how it ended.