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Quadrafecta Reunited

5/29/2013

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Months Of Planning,
Hours Of Conversation,
All For Days Intended To Rekindle A Spirit of Joy,
A Shared Love Of Indulgence.
Five Cities Once Connected To Visit A Great One.
Now Two Coasts Unite To Visit a Third.
On One Shore Three Men Laugh,
Crawl Into Bed,
Ron Jeremy At The Ready.
On The Other Two Men Scramble,
Preparing A Casbah,
Comfort At Its Least.
The Tension Breaks Early,
Like Justice On A Bus.
The City By The Bay Is Breeched,
(The Other City.)
(By Another Bay.)
Explorations Inundated With Hilarity,
Hills Climbed Steadily (If Not Swiftly,)
Stories Are Told Of Adventures In Other Lands.
Rules Are Broken,
And That Which Happened There,
Does NOT Stay There.
Somehow We Uncover A Quarry of Regret,
Garlic Becomes The Meal Of The Night,
And The Middle Of The Night,
And The Morning.
Then A Discussion Of Breakfast Or Dim Sum,
Leading To Blowout Fights Over Eggs Or Rice.
The Mood Is Set For Different Events.
Not Better.
Not Worse.
Adapted.
Changed.
Perhaps Never The Same.
Then Comes The Expected,
The Nourishing,
A Liver Destroyed,
Refusing Any More (Mmm-No!)
An Acceleration With Check Engine Lights,
$9.00!
Shouted By Mrs. M In Her Fright!
An Uphill Battle,
Fraught Hard With Laughter.
43 Charlie On The Plane,
A Sexual Innuendo From A Life Saving Device,
Then The Island.
Isolation At It's Most Invasive.
When Mass Transit Arrives Service Is Denied.
Well Sir,
We Hate To Have To Tell You,
But, YOU GOIN' TO JAIL NOW!
YOU GOIN' TO JAIL NOW!
Swagger Step, Swagger Step,
Uppercut.
Regardless It Is All Resolved.
All We Need Is 4 Women And A Boat!
Sharing Is Caring...
The Island Speaks,
The Beach Invites,
The Natives Chant Their Island Songs,
HEY COOL STORY, BRO!
HEY COME AT ME, BRO!
It Isn't Long Before A Horse Is Tamed,
Provisions Claimed,
And Decisions Are Made.
The Mai Tais Flow,
Maui Salsa Leads To Cadbury Cream Egg Reactions,
The Sand Piles Up In The Corners.
The Winds Blow Hard And Puts Giants To Sleep,
Giants Of Ego, Of Feet, Of Monkey CEO's,
And Janitors Who Prevent Peeing In Ones Sleep.
Days Are Spent Burning,
Or Boozing,
Or Spying On Various Beauties Of The Beach.
Former Fundamental Facts Flip-Flop,
Sometimes Left,
Other Times Left.
Previous Invulnerabilities Find A Breaking Point,
What Once Was Unbreakable,
Is Now Bruised, Bloody, And Beaten.
There Are Island Dances,
Woulda-Shoulda-Coulda Been Romances,
Midnight Messages,
A State Is Discussed,
Feelings Addressed,
Love Freely Given,
Anger Openly Expressed.
That Is The Complexity Of Five-Headed-Giants,
The Complexity of Harold And His Love.
Hair Is Removed,
Lotion Applied,
Asking "Have You Been To Death Valley?"
I Assure You It Is Nothing Like Maui.
The Longest 12 Days,
A 7 Day Vacation Can Be,
Haha!
Haha!
Yes, Sir, Let's Do That Some More!
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