One of the friends, Lisa, was a liberal hippie grandma who was finally earning the Bachelor's degree she always wanted. Another friend, Mary, was a reserved 30-something with a wicked sense of humor. A third friend, Lesbian Lisa, was, as you may have guessed, a lesbian...with a boisterous, naughty sense of humor.
Guess who the fourth friend was? That's right, our very own younger model of Ashley Rae. She was 21, the baby of the bunch, and she had a shocking sense of humor that was naive and naughty at the same time.
The four friends talked and laughed from the moment they all gathered in the car and left Orlando, FL for Hollywood, FL until Lisa the Grandma dropped off Baby Rae late late that night.
But before night fell, many adventures were had. Today we will share the story of how Lesbian Lisa became Seeking-Beaver.
Between watching ceremonies, Native American story-tellers, and the native drummers and dancers, the friendly foursome explored the vending booths and munched on Pumpkin Fry-bread...pumpkin bread fried in peanut oil. Lesbian Lisa wanted a beaver fetish, and at every booth she asked the vendor if they had any for sale. Not one of them did. Around the sixth or seventh booth, Baby Rae joked that Lesbian Lisa's Native American name could be "Seeking-Beaver." Much laughter ensued, and Baby Rae enjoyed her joke, and knew it was good.
MANY HOURS LATER...
...Lesbian Lisa stopped at the ladies' room while her three friends enjoyed more fry-bread. Having finished their fry-breads as well as their drinks, Lisa, Mary, and Rae began to worry about their friend, and Rae volunteered to go find her.
Rae entered the ladies' room, and before the door shut behind her, yelled, "Seeking-Beaver!"
Rae then sucked in a horrified gasp, clapped her hand over her mouth, and ran out of the bathroom with eyes so wide they were in danger of popping out.
Concerned, Lisa and Mary asked Rae what had happened. Rae told them what she'd done just as Seeking-Beaver rejoined them, tears streaming down her beet-red face and she clutched her tummy, still laughing.
She never did find a beaver fetish.