Apples are yummy.
The best stories begin with, “So I was home-schooled….”
There is such a thing as “UNO School”.
True to form, I had a total potty mouth.
Case in point: “The curtains BEHIND the curtains.”
Drank REAL beer from the liquor store.
So much better than low alcohol percentage crap!
The way I eat Go-GURT® grosses Suzanne out.
Nish told me I had the cleanest feet of anyone he’s ever seen camping.
The next day he said the same thing about my hands.
Baby wipes are a camping essential.
I should have made more Rice Krispies Treats®.
Suzanne says my honey bucket is safe with her.
I didn’t wear a watch or have my phone all weekend.
Hobo dinner rules.
Gail sleeps A LOT.
Wendy let me grab her boobs.
OK, I may have just grabbed her boobs.
Jon’s dog, Cousin, is fucking adorable.
I think Cousin might be psychic.
He attacked the $1 flamingo windsock camp mascot I bought when everyone was discussing how we should destroy it.
Camping Facts
June 30th, 2008 · No Comments
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Camping can be fun? Shit! I usually go with my buddies and it turns out to be tragic in that one of us nearly dies from some idiotic misadventure or dare. This has pretty much ruined my chances of camping with them because their wives won’t let them go anymore. I was the good one, honest!
You are too funny, and it sounds like you had such a great time.
I love the list…its making me very excited about my trip this weekend.
I think the WORD “Go-Gurt” grosses me out. Doesn’t matter how you eat it.
You’ve never grabbed my boob. I’m feeling slightly hurt and betrayed.
Yup, go-gurt sounds gross. Or like you were cheering on my late grandma Gertrude.
I totally agree, baby wipes are a camping essential. Cousin may not be psychic, he just understands English. And, interestingly enough, when I was growing up, Mike had a pitbull named Sister.
And, what? No s’mores?
Man, I want to go camping with you. Did anyone use baby wipes for cleaning their privates? Shh, there are heaps of homeschooled types in the blogosphere.
Even better yet is when you go camping in a place where you can run to the grocery store and buy real beer. It’s yummilicous – and much easier to obtain.
(Sounds like you had a blast – going camping next week myself. Can’t wait).
Really the best stories happen when DropDeadChris has a few beers and opens his mouth…
Almost, (ALMOST) this list makes me want to go camping.
you had to go camping to discover the joys of apples?
The Grunt,
Does this mean the trick is to camp with people who don’t have wives?
Rachel,
Thanks, I sure did!
punchlinewalking,
Hooray for camping!
Stefanie,
Then you’d definitely have a problem if you saw how I was eating it.
meggypoo,
Betrayed? We’ve only just begun!
Noelle,
You and Stefanie would both hate seeing me eat Go-gurt.
J.,
Cuzz is definitely a smarty. I love that your (husband?) Mike has a Pitbull named Sister. So cute!
J.,
I know, I didn’t even think about s’mores until I was home. Will definitely rectify with next camping trip.
egan,
Our “bathroom” consisted of walking far enough away from camp that no one would see you dig a hole and take a squat. Make baby wipe assumptions from that.
lostinutah,
Yes! Have fun camping!
rockandcookies,
DropDeadChris is HILARIOUS! I had so much fun with everyone. He cracked my shit up the entire time.
Maybe if we camp someplace with a REAL bathroom we could talk you into one night?
Sarah,
Naw, but stuff just tastes better when you’re campin’!