This story was told to me by <a href="http://www.japanbikenhike.com/" target="blank">Joe</a> who runs the <a href="http://www.japanbikenhike.com/" target="blank">Japanese Hike & Bike</a> tour that I'll be partaking of with my fiancee Angie. This is a true story, he swears, and is too good not to post.
"In a nut-shell, we hired a dancer for the party after the hash-run, everyone drunk and the dancer...did her dance. But one side of the venue- a public park- bordered a nunnery, and one nun recognized the dancer as being a close family member, niece of something? A little un-clear. Not daughter, I expect... <br /> <br />In the nun's defense, I will say the dancer DID have very memorable...attributes ;-> Said nun chased said dancer from the grounds with a large blanket. <br />To cover her up with, it is presumed. <br /><br />The dancer, agile and lighter ran quickly, on account of her less weighty clothing? No weighty clothing? Whatever, she dashed into a nearby field. A field occupied by one extemely...errr...arroused bull. <br /> Obviously he had watched the show, too! <br /><br />But the bull choose poorly, in my opinion, and chased the nun who might have escaped, had it not been for her poor choices; she didn't for-sake the brightly colored blanket, and she ran in circles rather than straight for the fence. <br /> Slipping on a fresh cow-pie and landing butt-up in a cow-walo certainly didn't help. <br /><br />The bull capitalized on the opportunity to make his amorous intentions painfully clear. <br />As I understand, later in the hospital the nun complained, 'He don't call, he don't write...'" <br />Nice.
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