I think there's still mud in my ears from church last night. Between the Mud Pit, HUGE Slip N Slide, and relays involving shaving cream, ketchup, flour, there was plenty of good, not so clean fun to be had. The Slip N Slide was by far my favorite, other than when a ran into my brother, head first. That really hurt.
Crazy Paul, in attempt to prove that he is still crazy, refused to clean himself up afterwards, and proceeded to go with us to Q-doba where he noticeably disturbed the patrons with his grotesque appearence.
They don't call him Crazy Paul for nothing.