T - 15 hrs...and the excuses are pourin' in;

...the non-sluggos are finally coming to their senses. i've had two cancellations in the past 24 hours, and their excuses are outstanding. i'm tempted to send out a black slug shirt for the best story about "why i can't come to the slug-run." let's face it, those who decide not to come, are probably much wiser than the rest of us. getting out of bed on a cold winter's morning, trying to find delaware (the state is not even on u.s. maps prior to 1787), and then being forced to death-slog through a forest inhabited by known predators, on a minimal sustenance of pond water and stale bread. there just ain't nothin' pretty about it. NOTHIN'. furthermore, the park rangers aren't sure if that swamp monster in the pond has legs or not. one things for certain, that monster's definitely big enough to ambush, and then chomp on some poor unsuspecting, weary, delusion, cold, and frightened sluggo. if you don't believe me, just ask derek; he was danged lucky to escape the beast last january. as a last minute precaution, i'd advise all to carry pepper spray, timber-bug repellent, and finish before dark. you know, just to be safe.