After a couple of days in the greatest spot on earth, I found there was an even closer group within the group who called themselves "The Musketeers"

They told me that the next night new Musketeers would be initiated. I knew immediately I wanted to be part of this group, even after the horror stories of men in thongs and a few other weird and wonderful occurrances from the previous initiation!

The night of our initiation we were all a bundle of nerves wondering what the Muskies had in store for their new recruits. Each initiation is tailored for the individual.

I had quite innocently caused my own torture for the initiation during the day when I saw a bottle of Moby Dills. Only in Texas would they make dill pickles this large!

So, much to my surprise, that night I was presented with a "Moby Dill" beautifully carved...no it was not in the shape of a Pooh bear!

I will not go into detail about what I was required to "do" with my dill pickle, but I will say that I was most disappointed when Lakelordtx took it back after the initiation!

That was only a portion of my ordeal! I am sure no one will forget my painful struggle with Mr.Smiley...I had rugburns on my knees for days! I was happy for the no camera rule after that one! The crowning touch though had to be wearing Shyguy's thong...not only was no cameras a blessing, no mirrors handy was an even greater relief. I shudder at the thought of the images left in the heads of all those in attendance that night!

One final thought to leave you with...being a Musketeer is just ducky