Birthdays Bells Boners


A sweet 16 of hard-chargers sallied forth and rose to the occasion in perfect gloom conditions for birthdays, bells  and (despite the advanced collective age of the group ) lil’ boners.   Here is how I recollect the proceedings:

As the group began to assemble, YHC let it be known that collectively we might have to endure a decidedly non-charitable plan that would be violently executed this morning, and that the non-charitable plan just might include a road trip over to the Lil’ Boner.

At this revelation Stromboli became incredulous.  

I know that is a big 4-syallable word which may confound the PAINinsula pax so here is a definition:

incredulous
adjective

/ɪnˈkredʒ.ə.ləs/ US

not wanting or not able to believe something
 
And incredulous is exactly what Stromboli became, going so far as to remark, “You were serious Goat?” while looking at his watch and opining that he might have time to make it to another AO.  All this in spite of the clear warning he’d been given after beating the pax at Berean.  
 
Speaking of Stromboli,  I will once again go on the record and say that STRONGboli is among the best athletes in F3 Nation.  If you need someone to throw out a runner going for home, or a fullback to get you 3 yards for a first down, I pick Stromboli every day of the week.  AND he is a double respect.
 
But I digress.  Back to the Boner…
 
Having now divulged my devious designs, the pax commenced wailing and grinding of teeth but it was to no avail.  They were summarily dropped into elbow plank for a disclamation.  The disclamation occurred, but some of the squirrely sea lawyers among the pax voiced questions and doubts about the propriety of the disclamation, asserting that it was instead simply a jumble of unrelated words that rhymed.  Perhaps they had a valid point.
 
Happy or sad about the prospects of the lil’ boner, and properly or improperly disclaimed, the motley crew ambled off to descend into the heart of darkness, or at least to descend to the multi-million dollar Watermark Condos front gate which is also the heart of darkness.
 
The good news is that we all got lil’ boners together, and we even got a backwards boner.  Along the way we achieved some strength and mobility too.  
Notables:
  • Airstream lives up to his name.  One of the fastest boners in the pax and in the double respect category!  As always Travolta and Hollywood were up front too. 
  • Welcome back No Rope from the IR!
  • Happy Birthday to Caesar (and Riverboat who apparently took his birthday holiday)!  Here is a comprehensive list of things older than Caeasar and Riverboat:  ______, _______, ______, _______.
  • Outlaw ain’t got no time for a backwards boner.
  • I hope the drivers in the PAINinsula area enjoyed the opportunity to see 16 grown a$$ men laid out on the sidewalk in full Airborne Mindbender at 6 am.
  • I think Lone Star was on time?  Maybe?
  • Welcome to FNG-no-more Cowbell!  We need more of you. Heh. See what I did there?  Good work to OG’s Cally and Outlaw on another successful naming.  Speaking of OG’s let’s not forget OG Thug who looked particularly thuggish in his do rag.
  • Speaking of naming FNG’s, Roadkill waxed nostalgic about receiving his nickname and chuckled wistfully about nearly killing us all.
  • Good to have Jersey Boy with us for a Tuesday outing. His nickname is what it is, despite him never visiting New Jersey. He threw down the gauntlet as always and declared that he nearly died on the Boner. (TWSS)
  • Metallica tried to educate the pax about an important matter of public concern. I believe for his effort  he was actually tarred and feathered and his effigy was hoisted and burned on the Harris Teeter parking lot clock tower.

Gents, the PAINinsula lived up to its billing as “The Finest AO in all of ISOTOPE.”  That’s a Tuesday morning we can hang our hats on.