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On location at Moon AmtrakPosted 07.23.2007 by GGG and Dumpster
Having grown up in Southern California, GottaGoGirl is a proud long-time veteran of a local phenomenon known as "Moon Amtrak". A year of poop reporting convinced her that this tradition MUST be documented for PoopReport -- what could be more appropriate for this site than hundreds of nekkid asscracks proudly displayed on an annual basis?
On the second Saturday in July, Moon Amtrak draws hundreds people to a chain link fence between the Mugs Away Saloon and the railroad tracks. Otherwise respectable people then do something they normally wouldn't dream of: they drop their drawers and moon the two dozen passenger trains that pass by that day. When it gets dark they moon by flashlight and by lanterns hung on the fence, hundreds of bare buns glowing in the flickering light. The mooning, which has been going on since a bar challenge started it all twenty-five years ago, draws crowds to both sides of the fence. The trains are booked solid months in advance for moon day. No one actually sponsors or organizes this event; it just has a life of its own. In the course of conversation one day, GGG mentioned her weekend plans to The Dumpster. He, having resisted GGG's invitations for a guided tour of Disneyland ("Disney World is bigger"), the Nixon Library ("What, another dead President?") the Crystal Cathedral ("I can go to church here at home"), and Hollywood ("You mean Hollyweird"), was finally intrigued by the Moon Amtrak prospect. Having participated in these festivities annually for over two decades, GGG is well-known by the regulars in the tent city that is erected each year around the site of the mooning. This event attracts all manner of folk, from burly bikers to the staid Ladies of the Purple Hat Society; people who would otherwise not mingle happily join together in the camaraderie of corporate naughtiness. And it was clear to Dumpster that GGG had made an impression on numerous posterior-pageant pilgrims. "Hey! GGG! Where ya been this morning?!? We been waiting for ya!" bellowed a somewhat unsavory-looking individual whom GGG introduced as Gus. "What took ya so long? Ya already missed the first train. Damn -- ya look good, girl! Did ya wear that fantastic spangled thong again this year?!" Gus waggled his eyebrows at her in a way that made Dumpster unaccountably uncomfortable. "Spangled... thong?" he asked her. "You didn't mention anything about a spangled thong." "Don't worry, Dumpie. You won't need one!" she replied cheerfully. "Gus, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I left my thong behind at... well, that thing chafed, anyway. I guess I'll be going commando this year. Isn't that kind of the point?" Gus, disappointed at the loss of GGG's thong, suddenly looked visibly optimistic at the loss of said thong. "GGG," began Dumpster, bending his head to murmur in her ear, "just how well do you know--" He was interrupted by a cry rippling through the crowd. "Train, Train, TRAIN!" The next train had been heard in the distance, and the throng began jockeying for position along the chain link fence. "C'mon, Dumpie! Butts-up time!" yelled GGG, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him toward the tracks. "You know, I'm not quite sure about this..." Dumpster, propelled along by the zealous Girl, mildly protested. "That's alright, Dumpie, darling. You don't HAVE to moon; it's okay if you just watch. Would you like to sit the first one out and see what you think? I know it's a little weird; I've been doing this for years, but I understand if you're not up to it." But Dumpster is not one to suffer shrinkage from any challenge, especially not in front of his beloved Girl. Rising to the occasion, he duly took his place in the line of revelers, listening for the cue, unbuttoning his trousers, and commending his soul and reputation to the powers that be. The things we do for love! The inevitable howl of "Woooo!" began off in the distance to their left, progressing along the row of exposed asses until the crucial moment when GGG yelled, "Drop 'em, Dumpie!" And she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jogging shorts, bent over, and yanked them down over her cheeks. Dumpster followed suit.
The train came into view of the mooners; and more importantly, the mooners came into the view of the passengers on the train. The long line of fudgewhistles was saluted in turn by a long blast of the train whistle. A raucous cry went up from the crowd as the train thundered past; the mooners cheered their accomplishment and refastened their clothing. "Well, Dumpie, what did you think?" asked GGG, reaching up, loosening his tie, and sliding it out of his collar. "You won't need this today," she said, flicking open his top button. "I've never been so naughty in real life!" he breathed. "I LIKE it!" GGG erupted into giggles. "When can we do it again?" "In about twenty-three minutes!" GGG assured him. She linked arms with Dumpster. He squired her off to the Mugs Away, where he treated them both to a well-earned cocktail and discussed at great length the depth to which this experience had changed him. They missed quite a few trains during the heat of the day, but thoroughly enjoyed some of Moon Amtrak's celebrated nighttime activities. Show some poop support, or make a poop retort.
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