Hola, beavers and beotches! It's Slacker Sunday once again, where I half-ass this blog entry and give you some beaver info you probably already know.
Don't like it? Well, you can lump it. I considered not blogging on the weekends at all...
So, somewhere between Klinkertown and Klinker Rapids, I was rolling down the road, hanging with my beavers, when I got to chatting with a rider who commented on our jerseys.
"The beavers, huh? Do you know the beaver-song?"
"Which one?"
"This one!"
"We are all the beavers,
Beavers we are all,
And when we get together,
We do the beaver call..
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnawgnawgnaw
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw..."
Amazing.
The guy told us it was an old Boy Scout song. I couldn't tell you the tune, but I will sing it for you if we are riding bikes.
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