Manvember

This past weekend a band of Psi brothers sought Walden-esque enlightenment from the rolling foothills and dense woods of Pennsylvania's French Creek State Park. There they made merriment of one another's company and enjoyed jokes and tales as can only be had in the bonds of close friendship. As night crept across the horizon they drew in closer to the warmth of the fire and there they sat shoulder to shoulder with their legs stretched nearer to the warmth of the flame. The fire was an unfortunately measly affair and it's dull, acrid smoke stung the eyes of those downwind. But it's warmth in the November night chill brought brothers closer still.

Now removed from the sickly glow of monitor light these engineers found renewed manhood in the winter woods. Hatchets were wielded, wood was burned, and men slept awkwardly close to one another in a desperate struggle for warmth. 

Their discussion ranged from fetishes to leprosy and interspersed among their discourse were calls of "Flame on" and "Surprise anal sex!"