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When we came down from the dunes we were greeted by our host, The Sheik (no relation to Sheik Yerbouti).

Nothing like coming into camp and being welcomed by a sheik and a couple of turkeys.

 
 

 

       
   
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Looks like da Sheik trimmed his beard..very handsome.

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well thanks
*blush*

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Is that a giganto turkey or a tiny sheik?

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Kind of like sand dunes, those are turkey dunes. Sheik is actual size.

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we used to spend thanksgiving in the desert @ my cousins mining shack. nothing like bbqd turkey in the desert..mmm mmm mm

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....or a turk and a couple of sheikies

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Somehow I had a feeling this was a FZ-compliant site...
-raindog

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what the hell is that ?????????

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what the hell is that?? an evil turkey????

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ghth

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Of course only after the sun goes down does The Sheik attain his full powers.

 
 

 

       
   
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Don't burn the Sheik!

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Flaming Bush...

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The sheik is so hot, he lights fires with his handsomeness!!!!

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the sheik suggests you go to the desert often. cook turkeys.

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"a stick of butta every 15 minutes...."

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It was now Thanksgiving proper, and Red and I assembled our 4-star kitchen whose primary fixtures were a camp-stove and a frisbee,

 

and in no time flat we were serving eggrolls and quesadias.

 

They were at least edible,

 

and all the little kitchens in our camp brought out little desert-defying delicacies. As the old expression goes, "The ingenuity of (wo)man isn't proven by his being able to merely survive in a desert, but by her ability to go to a desert and cook apple crisps and pizza."

 
 

 

       
   
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Quesadillas, check your spanish, please.

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It looks like Red is poking a long cooking utensil into her head on that first one.

Head of Red. It's whats for dinner.

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survive the desert, or maybe survive the dessert

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where are these people? what state?

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automatically assume america - new zealand

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i sucked your fuckin' dad

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As the sun set over the dunes,

 

we all got ready to enter Night Mode.

 
 

 

       
   
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Night mode is Rad. Especially when it involes exploding chestnuts, popcorn shooting out from an open campfire and hot cookie dough mush melting in your mouth. YUMMY. I LOVE THANKSGIVIVING - the holiday that revolves around stuffing yourself silly like the Turkey we are what we eat! Tee hee - Red one

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Make popcorn in a wok over an open fire. Start spinning the wok when things start popping. Some hot oil will escape the spinning wok and cause flare-ups in the fire. This, combined with the spinning wok, and the whirling dervish that spins the spinning wok while trying to avoid getting set on fire...these are the joys of the night.
-raindog

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Let's not forget Germany's Tibet. The Sorbs of Lusatia!
www.sorben-wenden.de

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thou shalt not eat bean burritos on thy honeymoon

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i played with your moms big ballons

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