The Starfish Chronicles by Greta (who will never be invited back)

On the first day of our adventure - we all learned about the starfish story.  Apparently it wasn't the politically correct story - it turned out to be the "dirty starfish" story.....we all
had to do our business at the Wilson house before wheels up at 7am- beacuse......there is no shitting in the RV SCOTT!!!!  The next place we blessed was New medows - ewww Kevin.  Oh Thank God we made it to the Ale House in Moscow.  Really didn't you old people already go?  Nice J.D.  The drinking and the night proceeded.  I think there was Champion shitting - oh wait that was shitting at champions bar.  nice Kevin!  The night goes on...the corner club is the next place that was blessed by or presence  OMG  the girls do their group potty break only to be suprised by the crazy lesbians that made Monica their "cream filling"   - I scared them off by telling them to back off bitches...she's mine!!  The night proceeds to the patio where Kevin decides we should get the "skake Weight" .  Nothing good is coming from this. The video proof will most likely be posted.  I guess it depends on how much money I make to not show the video.  Good news..Kevin didn't go home with "Steve" his gay lover & no one chipped their front teeth. As the Coors light tubs continued  we managed  to  scare a young married couuple  - they left "fast light Cheetahs" and we sang "hey hey hey..goodbye"  Finally we said goodbye to the Corner Club and wandered back towards our RV that was strategically placed at abandoned run down gas station on the corner of hwy 75 & don't you fuckin people ever stop driving by.  On the way back there
 was "try to ride the locked bike, show my white fat stomach to the oriental tourists & lets scare    the people at the ATM.  Seriously by the grace of God we made it back safely & drunkly.  Little did we know as the young college students laughed their way by our RV (on the way to the bar) and J.D. exclaimed "really - why are they so loud at this hour - did we realize it was only 10 pm - we were old - but no one was going to shit in the RV...Scott.