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October 17, 2006
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I'll have to pass on that.
Posted by: Brainy Jello | October 17, 2006 at 05:21 PM
Skip Beaver? Sorry that goes against every fiber of my being.
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 05:24 PM
And if I could punkshooate there would be a comma after that "Sorry".
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 05:25 PM
Had Skip lived up to his name, none of this would have happened. or so I think.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | October 17, 2006 at 05:27 PM
Well, if you skip it, you can move right on to the main course of your picnic in the park.
Posted by: Beth | October 17, 2006 at 05:28 PM
And, given that the gentleman in question was engaged in skipping beaver in the course of his sexual activities (NTTAWWT, obviously, but he probably should have kept it private...), there really is nothing more to say.
Posted by: Clean Hands | October 17, 2006 at 05:28 PM
"Skip, skip, skip in the loo.
Skip in the loo's my darling"
Also, great map to all the parks for all you voyeurs out there.
Posted by: GoatThumper | October 17, 2006 at 05:29 PM
Y'all didn't read it closely enough - Skip and his partner were both male, NTTAWWT in private.
Posted by: Clean Hands | October 17, 2006 at 05:29 PM
Skip and the Private Beavers probably isn't AGNFARB
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | October 17, 2006 at 05:33 PM
Private Skipping Beavers, however, might be.
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 05:34 PM
That is the greatest eponymy since Phillip Mutank had his gas station in Houston.
Posted by: Dad-O-Lot | October 17, 2006 at 05:34 PM
Skip, Beaver type, 1 each.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | October 17, 2006 at 05:37 PM
This is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time. Oh, the irony. And the fact it's in a city named Greece, and the country of Greece is well-known for its, um, acceptance of alternative lifestyles (NTTAWWT) just adds to this.
Posted by: MareBear | October 17, 2006 at 05:47 PM
skip beaver - that's one thing
dick chase - that'll get you in hot water in Greece.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 05:52 PM
"Skip, now that you're unemployed, what will you do?"
"I'm goin' ta Idaho!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 05:55 PM
His attorney plans to plead entrapment.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 05:57 PM
Annie, this a joke, right?
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 05:57 PM
What's so funny about Art Chimes?
What? Skip Beaver! Oh, that's very different.
Never mind.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | October 17, 2006 at 05:57 PM
blurkie - check out my Idaho link - it's a real place. "It was named after "Beaver Dick," Richard Leigh, who was one of the last of the real mountain men of this valley."
Can you figure out WHY he was one of the last real mountain men? Because every time he introduced himself, the other guy would die laughing...or Beaver Dick would shoot him.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 06:01 PM
With a name like that, I know why he chose the life of solitude.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | October 17, 2006 at 06:04 PM
Annie, I saw the links...it's just hard to believe.
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 06:05 PM
it gets worse...why would put a cylindrical 60 foot 'observation tower' in a place called 'Governor Dick'?
Those durn replublicans...
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 06:07 PM
oops - why would'anyone'put a cylindrical tower...
...and 'republicans'....oy, I'm distracted by something...hmmm
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 06:09 PM
Must be them cylindrical towers, Annie.
And what are you hummin' for?
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 06:12 PM
Big, big tower up the left side of the page, right next to "Park at Governor Dick." Then, on the right side, they tell you to "Mount Gretna." Who the heck is Gretna?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 06:16 PM
HAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!!!!!
I had to get that out. Poor Beaver. lmao
Posted by: DavetheRed | October 17, 2006 at 06:25 PM
YAY I'm off of work and having a beer
Posted by: DavetheRed | October 17, 2006 at 06:30 PM
Quittin' time!!!
All you east coast-type non-western bloglits who have been home for a couple of hours already just be quiet.
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 06:32 PM
I'll be happy to share a beer now blurk. :D
Posted by: DavetheRed | October 17, 2006 at 06:32 PM
Why, thanks DtR. Appreciate it.
Night all!!
Posted by: blurk | October 17, 2006 at 06:33 PM
I don't remember saying you guys could leave.
.....ahem......
.....is "Beaver Dick Park" anything like "Rock Paper Scissors"?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 06:46 PM
Well I'm gonna go be a geek and play my video game for awhile.
Posted by: DavetheRed | October 17, 2006 at 06:54 PM
*passes annie a beer too
Posted by: DavetheRed | October 17, 2006 at 06:57 PM
Soooo.... They are caught in pairs, but the numbers are all odd, so did some run away, bribe the arresting officer, what? Some of the partners were trees?
OMG, don't want to even think about that.
Posted by: Hanna | October 17, 2006 at 07:00 PM
Hanna - threesomes are odd....yes, in more ways than one.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 07:00 PM
DtR - you just gave me a 'longneck' beer. Are you trying to tell me something?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 07:01 PM
Oh, and thanks for the beer.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 07:02 PM
Um, if I bring beer, can I hang, too? I'll share!
Posted by: baligurl | October 17, 2006 at 07:27 PM
Suuure - pull up a barstool.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 17, 2006 at 07:31 PM
I like beer.
a lot.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | October 17, 2006 at 07:42 PM
Yes, beer-thirty it is. In honor of the Skip's last name, I guess I'll dig a Busch out from the back of the fridge.
Posted by: CJrun | October 17, 2006 at 07:52 PM
*from back of fridge*
"Hey, CJ, get your hands outta there!" *slap*
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 17, 2006 at 08:05 PM
Well, the Busch was behind the chocolate beers, so I shoulda expected you to be passed out back there. Ooooh! chilly in there, huh?
Posted by: CJrun | October 17, 2006 at 08:15 PM
Are you calling me fridged? ARE YOU?
Posted by: Punkin Poo | October 17, 2006 at 08:31 PM
Merely perky. I recall from the 'carpet' discussion that you have a bag-o-nickels handy. And a jones. I recommend you wear the toilet costume for trick-or-treat this year for maximum chocolate gathering.
Posted by: CJrun | October 17, 2006 at 08:35 PM
Kris Hinesley, executive director of The G@y Alliance of the Genesee Valley, said people should not jump to the conclusion that these séx-act participants are g@y or biséxual.
Two men have intercourse but we're not supposed to assume they're g@y or bisexu@l??
Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do!
Posted by: Rick E. Ricardo | October 17, 2006 at 08:38 PM
Official's arrest puts park sex in spotlight
i thought this would be an article about better lighting. it's been proven that better lighting may prevent or lessen the incidence of park sex.
Posted by: crossgirl | October 17, 2006 at 08:45 PM
Skip Beaver. Don Dick.
Posted by: Beppie | October 17, 2006 at 09:31 PM
Gee, Wally. What's going on with you and Eddie these days? You seem to like the park an awful lot.
Posted by: The Beav | October 17, 2006 at 09:38 PM
AWBH, that must be a verrrry tiny park....
Posted by: marfie | October 17, 2006 at 09:40 PM
Nooo! Who is this Art Chimes? Does he really exist? That sounds like a fake name to me. I don't believe it.
Morgana in a Linus-like huff takes her blanket and goes home.
Posted by: morgana | October 17, 2006 at 09:44 PM
I'm not sure Punkin's "tank floats" will fit the costume.
Posted by: Jazzzz | October 17, 2006 at 10:16 PM
That's right CrossGirl...lighting clears the beer goggles a bit.
Posted by: Jazzzz | October 17, 2006 at 10:18 PM
Beaver Dick Park? I'd rather be down at Cherry Hill Park.
Posted by: Stevie W | October 17, 2006 at 11:01 PM
steve W ...can I go too?
Posted by: Jazzzz | October 17, 2006 at 11:03 PM
Don't bother guys - it's closed due to flooding.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | October 18, 2006 at 12:23 AM
So I should probably and in all likelihood skip any reference to while in Rome comments?
Also, many continued thanks to Souxie for the html codes. Otherwise my post would be super lame versus just lame.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | October 18, 2006 at 12:47 AM
*glad she 'skipped' this thread*
Cheryl, no prob! I was, again, merely sharing the knowledge...
Posted by: Siouxie | October 18, 2006 at 07:34 AM
YAWN
*starts coffee maker*
Mornin'
Posted by: Siouxie | October 18, 2006 at 07:51 AM
Govenor Dick park is in Pennsylvania...that explains everything.....
PA has weird town names...example: Blue Ball
Posted by: Chaz | October 18, 2006 at 08:43 AM
Also, Bird In Hand, PA.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | October 18, 2006 at 08:49 AM
Chaz don't forget Intercourse, PA.
Posted by: Art Vandelay | October 18, 2006 at 08:54 AM
Skip Beaver refused to leave Greece. He couldn't leave his brothers behind.
When Dick Thornburg was running for governor here in the great state of Pennsylvania ("The Dirty Name State"), there was grafitti on a bridge overpass near my house that said, "Dick Thornburg Before He Dicks You."
Posted by: Layzeeboy | October 18, 2006 at 10:41 AM