Ten Little Indians
Ten Little Indians going out to dine; One went and choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine Little Indian Boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight Little Indian Boys traveling to Devon; One got left behind and then there were seven.
Seven Little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five Little Indian boys going in for law; One got in chancery and then there were four.
Four Little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three Little Indian boys walking to the zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun; One shot the other and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself ...and then there were none.
While thankfully there were no actual fatalities in last night's ride, as there are in the poem above, the ride did resemble this "very weird" poem, in that we continually kept losing riders as the ride progressed through the evening.
If you're really intrigued about the Ten Little Indians, here's the book. I recently saw the movie based on it, and let me tell you it really sucked.
Here's the first of our Little Indians. Guess who? Possibly the most photographed woman in Crazy Bastard blog history.
Talk about delicious! Who order the Fried Asian Carp? The ride is all about the eating. We Bastards love our food. Especially our carp ... dig in you bottom feeders .. and enjoy.
So here's how it always ends up. A pile of chewed bones. I'm hoping that this isn't what those dudes we left out there look like ...