It was 1952 when St. Olaf's most active volcano threatened to erupt. Luckily, there were some druid priests in town for the opening of Stonehenge Land. They said they could stop it if they sacrificed the town's dumbest virgin. I don't know why I raised my hand. They said the only way to prevent the eruption was for me to crawl through their legs up the volcano while they gave me my birthday whacks. It turns out they weren't druid priests at all! Just a couple of Shriners looking for a good time!