a walk to remember.

I am aware that this title is a reference to some chick flick which is apparently quite good.

Now this post is separated into 3 sections:
-Hotpot
-Differentiation Song
-Bro-ing it out in the hootchie !!! A hootchie is not a vagina, it is a tent-like structure.

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So of course, as you have all heard, T2 biv was hotpot biv. Since I rarely have hotpot I don't have any of the stuffz required for hotpot, so I offered to carry shit. But then when we arrived responsibilities cropped up and I forgot to carry stuff =D. When we arrived I felt bad but apparently they managed to put the esky on the truck 8D.
So that was excellent.

Now the actual hotpot was godly. We just put meat after meat after meat. For around 90minutes. Of pure hotpot. Oh some noodles and vermicelli was put in. But meat after meat after meat!

This is a video of what we were like throughout the whole hotpot. So it was basically like this minute of video x 90minutes.

The most common cheers were
"LIQUID MEAT!"
"MEEAAAAAT!"
"DON'T LET THE BALLS TOUCH! SEPARATE THE BALLS!"
"MEEEAAAAT!"
"LOOK AT THIS SHIT, MAN. LOOK AT IT. THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME"
"MEEEAAAAT!"
"VEGETABLES?! CHINESE CABBAGE?! SCREW YOU!"
"MEEEEAAAAAAAT!"

And other basic primal noises that I imagine Neanderthals would've made when they were eating meat or getting laid.

So now I hear some sour jelly people telling us we were "animals" or "disgusting". To these people: Kay. But we had meat.

Now later that night, when we were cleaning up, we saw the thick cake of fat and grease over the stoves and our cup canteens, and were like "oh shit did we put that into our bodies?!" We were already beginning to forget.

So we whipped out Brian's phone to watch the hotpot again, (as someone commented: "Guys it's been like, half an hour, and you're reminiscing already?!") and of course we were like HOW CAN WE EVER REGRET THIS. THIS IS AWESOMENESS IN A POT.

Next year, bivs (if not all of Cadets) will be the best year ever. Because Brian and I make up two thirds of the commanding force 8D.

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We'll skip back in time a bit, and we'll share the Differentiation Song that Tree and I made up while we were annoying Freya (because numbers screw up with pacing). Seeing as we were section commander and directive staff respectively, you'd think we'd be a bit more subtle. But we were wasted from walking and it got a few laughs (differentiation ducks to OBLIVION!), and was a general morale booster =D. Here's how it goes:

x cubed ducks went out one day
Over the hills and far away
Mother duck say DY DX
And only 3 x squared came back.

3 x squared went out one day
Over the hills and far away
Mother duck say DY DX
And only 6x ducks came back.

6x ducks went out one day
Over the hills and far away
Mother duck say DY DX
And only 6 little ducks came back.

6 little ducks went out one day
Over the hills and far away
Mother duck say DY DX
And none of the ducks came back that day!

MWAHAHA

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So being with bros is the freaking best because you are free from judging. There is no such thing (that I have ever been aware of) as being free from judging if there is a girl around. I swear anything stupid you do around a chick will be remembered forever and brought up later in the most unexpected circumstances ever. And so around girls we live in fear. Around bros we live in glory.

Here is the story of me, Tree and Brian. Who were hootchie-ing it up like mad cunts (btw hootchie is like a tent, but we kinda make ourselves out of large camouflaged plastic sheets).

So before we went to bed we went around telling other cadets to turn off their lights and shut up. Then we went to bed and started being loud in general.

So then we got flamed, for being loud, and for being annoying so late at night.
And then Brian was just like "Damn I need to pee," and got up out of his sleeping bag. So Tree and I laughed until we couldn't breathe, because, in my words, he was going to get "fucking owned". As Brian was outside, he was like "fuck where are my boots," fiddled around a bit, and then went to the toilet.

We got flamed again for laughing, and we got asked where Brian was. To which we answered "going to the toilet."

So Brian came back and discovered he was wearing his own boots, but was wearing them back to front (ie left boot on right foot and vice versa), for reasons I do not understand. So Brian got back into his sleeping bag (I mean potato sack. Only Tree and I have REAL sleeping bags *hi5*).

We then randomly decided to do an epic double spooning (again, how the hell can we do this if girls are around. I can imagine the judge on EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FACES.) So Tree spooned Brian who spooned me. It was warm and comfortable. But everyone time any of us laughed, it was uber infectious because the vibrations from the giggling travels across. So of course we got busted again (is it a world record yet).

"What the hell are you doing, Brian?" was his comment. So we broke up the spooning and laughed a bit. (You're the best sir).

But we loved spooning so much that we went back to doing it again. As Tree commented, "I kinda hope he sees this, but the other part does not want him to see."

He then burst out laughing uber loud, uber uncontrollably, and surprise surprise, we got busted again (he was standing right outside our tent for most of that conversation). So yeah we got flamed again (You're the best sir), and we were done.

Well at least Tree and I were. It would've been fine if Brian didn't decide to say "PENIS" loudly.

To which the reply was "BRIAN you should know enough to not play the penis game."

So here lies the first ever recorded golden duck of the penis game (if not the only loss of the penis game)


So yeah. As bro's never judge, we just kept laughing and it hurt and we just fell asleep after that. I am still very doubtful that there are girls out there that wouldn't have judged. But hey, if you think you wouldn't've judged, then feel free to tell me!