[pct-l] whatever happened to the old pirate on saturday?

[David Hough on pct-l]

> I pack up to leave the Kickoff around 2 PM on Saturday.  
> I have to work Monday and want to get back to Las Vegas

Well, you can believe that if you want.    Not very credible.
I don't know who might be posting from the old pirate's account.

Because weren't people saying that a bunch of FELTs were standing around
Saturday chugging chardonnays?     
And making hilarious remarks about the
superfluous gender, complete with unfavorable size comparisons to
mini Bic lighters and finger cots.     And then of course the subject
of old pirates and other pct-l problems came up, 
and one of them remarked that
she could solve that problem with one hand tied behind her back.    And
of course the others wanted to see that and tied her hand, but in no
time at all she had
control of the old pirate and traded him off to a band of
passing Indians.    She took a worn-out old blanket in trade,
figuring that would provide more heat than a worn-out old pirate.
Not that FELTs are in need of more heat as much as more cooling.

The Indians soon realized they were the worse off in the deal; they had
intended to use the old pirate for target practice but of course he's
much too easy a target in so many ways.     So they tried feeding him
to their pet saber tooth cats but even saber tooth cats have standards
and they just kicked some dirt and grass over him.    (That's how come
the old pirate always managed to survive the wild saber tooths at
Warner Springs with no more damage than dirty clothes).    But maybe the Indians can trade him to one of the 
gaming tribes to do standup at one of their casinos.     Might be funnier
than some of the other standup this weekend.

You can believe all that or not, but really, which is the credible story?
I can't vouch for either version, just repeating hearsay, which isn't
evidence.

One pct-l problem scratched off the list; next year there'll be another.    Who can tell which problem might get solved by then?      
But if I had any "SEX INSTRUCTOR" caps or t shirts, 
I think I'd get up at 3am, wrap them in a black
plastic emergency rain jacket, and drop them off at an
unattended hiker box, after first disabling the video surveillance
of course.     And then lie very low for a year.