As reported by a rather large sized mosquito somewhere on trail:
VV: Hot Veels, go up that hill and lay paper, I'll go this way and set the back check.
HW: I can't go up that hill.
VV: Oh yea. right, Ok, where's Belly Cancer?
HW: He's back at the "A" site eating.
VV: Ok, I'll go up the hill lay paper, do the back check, then go back to the "A" site to see if Belly Cancer is done eating.
HW: Ok
VV: Don't spin off or anything, just wait here.
HW: Ok
VV. Belly Cancer what you doing?
BD: Making spaghetti, what you want girl spaghetti or boy spaghetti?
VV. What's the difference?
BD: Boy spaghetti has meatballs.
VV. How much meat do you put in?
BD: 90%
VV. What's the other 10%?
BD: Balls.
BD: By the way, I don't understand why French people eat snails.
VV: We're not like the English, we don't like fast food.
BD: Well, I like that French pastry,.... forgot the name of it, its something like an angry aunt.
VV: Oh, you mean a crossaunt?
BD: No, the same things French frogs eat.
VV: Oh you mean French flies.
BD: By the way, my German relative went to the French border the other day and was denied entry.
VV: Oh, why's that?
BD: The French guard was asking questions and when he asked "Occupation?" My uncle answered "No, just visiting."
VV: I don't get it.
Sorry guys, it was a hard night out.
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