Bearish men staggered about a postapocalyptic sprawl of motor homes, 4x4s and wind-whipped tents. Almost everyone was drinking beer, albeit light beer. It was 10 a.m. Swearing Is Not Optional. It's like a bleepin' foreign language.
Men Are Easily Amused.
Bored Men Embrace Ritual. As such, we were subjected to a daylong hazing that included singing stupid songs, enduring idiotic verbal abuse and being required to hang fresh fruit from our necks. At one point, we were asked if we'd willingly mount a wild ass. Answering in the affirmative, I was promptly ushered into the fraternity of Clamperdom. From there I retired with J.B. to a converted city bus that was home to two ancient Clampers from Helper, Utah.