As they were gliding through the virgin dunes they can upon a small group of riders. As the two groups got closer they merged together as one. Shifting back and forth through the bowls, enjoying the beautiful rippples in Mother G. As the ride was coming to an end and the groups went their seperate ways, there was a faint sound in the distance. It was hard to hear but became very clear. At that very moment on that day before noon it was proven once again that "Nobody Dune Like Slappy Dune"
Where you there?

Stacy that was very nice. But was who there???

YEEEEEHHHAAAAWWWW...SLAPPY WAS RIPPIN A BOWL AND SINGIN A TUNE...Everybody now, "NOBODY DUNE LIKE SLAPPY DUNE"...

Mother G never looked so good this past weekend. She was a dancin with da Slapster along with everybody else dat showed up...HMMMM, Slappy do remember when a threesome (AND NO, SLAPPY DON'T MEAN DAT SEXUALLY OR ANYTHING) popped on in with a group, and we G>G>G>GOT IT ON...

And sometimes when two big groups cross each others path at night, people be gettin all twisted and turned, and end up with people they don't even know .

Hey Slap, it was great duning with you again last weekend. Man, KG had a hard time keeping up... Nobody Dune Like Slappy Dune!

that was me mr dune and kennyg that joined you little group there slap, man you was tearin it up!

I got in to a group I didn't know on the first night. I was WAY behind trying to catch up and another group caught me. I looked right, then left and thought it was my group coming around to get me but then I noticed these folks had nice riding clothes on and there was a she duner tearing it up. I knew right then that was not my group (we don't dress that good and there were no she duners with us Fri night). eventually I got back to my group.. Thanks to the mystry group for saving me...