Let's face it, Songkhla Hash is no longer a hotbed of romantic activity. Most of us have reached the age where we are set in our ways. The attached among us remain attached. The single stay single. (True, your GM this year acquired a new consort, but she's still on probation. Or maybe he is.) The once-raging fires within us have burned down to the last glowing embers.So what an unexpected delight it is when, in our midst, true love rears its strangely beautiful, horny head. As a sensitive young farm lad, Softcock spent many a tender moment with a succession of four-legged companions. And now, thanks to a chance meeting with Egghead's goat Cherie (named after the wife of Tony Blair, Egg's secret fantasy -- Cherie, that is, not Tony), romance has blossomed once again.
There will be those who denounce man-ruminant love as unnatural, even abhorrent. But to see this happy couple gambolling over the lawn at chez Egg, as innocent and carefree as children, who can deny them their bliss? For remember, it could happen to ewe.
Coming soon: Part II. Bad Date of the Year
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