The Boys Plan a Scavenger Hunt! (and they need your help!)

Long-time fans are aware that the boys occasionally supplement their usual bar-going with certain special events, such as the great "Experiment" of a few years back, in which Kip and Richard, each accompanied by a faithful advisor and "wingman," visited a carefully chosen succession of bars in an attempt to see who was more "successful" with the ladies. [neither got laid, of course, or even close, but Richard was declared the winner after finding himself at a table of ladies whereas Kip, after sending drinks to those ladies, cowered in the alley like a frightened puppy, unsure how to follow through on his suave actions]. Much was learned that night and the evening served, if nothing else, as a great opportunity for the boys to employ their best pick-up lines, ranging from the sophistication of "Do you girls enjoy Fellini?" at Henry's to the decidedly more crude "Is all this pussy spoken for?" at Quinton's. [Kipnote: Most of the ladies who go to Quinton's do not perceive this line to be offensive or degrading, but rather a much-appreciated straightforward inquiry containing none of the subtle innuendoes or shades of meaning that can sometimes confuse them and delay intercourse for several hours).

But what is this Scavenger Hunt the boys now have in mind? Well, the idea came to Kip and Richard last Friday, when they encountered a group of spectacularly drunk young women at Fatso's who were licking shots of "rumple' off the bar and perusing a 'list' which they grasped like some magical object. As it turns out, this group (and six or seven others wandering about town like drunken angels) were engaged in a Scavenger Hunt in which they received a certain number points for accomplishing various tasks along their pub crawl, such as: make out with three foreigners; play someone's musical instrument; smoke weed; allow a stranger to write on your body [and let us interject here that Richard was indeed given the rare pleasure of writing 'Nog Was Here' on supple young flesh, although he was not--as he hoped--allowed to write this on a certain scavenger's ass]. When the group sadly departed, the boys, of course, began to think of a "hunt" of their own, although their list has not yet proceeded much further than "Fuck a waitress (double-points for a Quinton's waitress)." That's where we need your help, faithful readers, and we now open the comments section up to suggestions from you all.

In the meantime, your regularly scheduled satire will resume as usual (as well as upcoming photos of Kip, which is apparently what the people truly want, based on recent surveys!).