Just Ten More Minutes...

Leaky Pete and I met up at B Street this morning around eight. It was the year 5999. Or maybe, it was already the year 6000. I forgot. It was harsh getting up at 7:30am because I stayed up drinking all night with Senor 23 even though I knew I had to get up early today. I'm a bad person. This morning was important though, Leaky Pete and I were bringing in Eddie for his ECV initiation at precisely 9:36am in an undisclosed location far away from prying eyes. At long last the great mysteries of the ancient and noble order of E Clampus Vitus would be revealed to him. The rub wasn't too bad either. Senor 23 was also supposed to be one of our pukes for the day, but he backed out saying he couldn't get today off from work. Yeah right. Coward. For now, Senor 23 will continue to wander unenlightened and stumble through the darkness.

Eddie was a good puke. He not only chauffered Leaky Pete and I to his initiation, he also bought both of us a case of beer. During the 'doins he kept calm and followed instructions. He's not a shit for brains puke and that's always a plus. Maybe some war crimes get perpetrated upon you if you're not paying attention, and it only took him just ten more minutes. Over and over again, of course. I'm really proud of him. He was an excellent candidate for membership and now he will be an excellent brother Clamper. Eddie was passed the Staff of Relief which he accepted, graciously. The bretheren did say, "Satisfactory."