This is my story on the meet, and I'm stickin to it!!
Note to self... Do NOT ever (and I mean ever) meet three
woah men behind a building!!!!!
I got there early, got my rootbeer, and waited and waited and waited,
I told myself that I had never met a women that was on time for
anything.
When they did show up it was just like I thought it
would be...First words out thier mouths was EGGS and CHICKS
It wernt long before money started changeing hands and I just knew
one of them was an undercover cop and I would be hauled away.
The next thing I can remember is wakeing up with a hugh headache
and blurrey eyes.
When I checked my van, my 2 RIR's and 1
Welsummer + the bators were gone!
. In their place was
4 baby BO's and a teenage BR Roo.
As soon as I could get my head striaight I figuard out
that someone had slipped something in my rootbeer!!
As I looked around the van I found a note left by
one of them that said, If you would like to come by my house
here is the address!
So being the glutton for punishment
that I am, I drove all the way back to Salem, got all gussiyed up
and went BACK to Corrvallis
Yep, you can already see where
this is going.
NO ONE was home.

un What should have
been a two hour round trip turned into a five hour drive!
The moral of this Buy, Sell, Trade, Giveaway and Borrow story is...
Heck if I know!
I am sure they will have their own account of the happin's but this
is the true story.
John