Column: Skimpy swimsuits
Tribes of Girls go on hunting trips, just like Guy Tribes. My Tribe just got back from their current hunting trip all smiles, good-natured beyond belief. The Old Girl, the one who talked me into starting this Tribe, she too was mellowed out.
I bowed and offered her a cup of Caw-Fee, a tribute to Her Mellowness, and asked her if The Hunt went well.
"Oh my yes," she replied, "C'mon, we're headed for the lake. Wait 'til you see what we bagged."
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