But oh no, we never did help that Old Lady across the street. In fact, Skeeter only had the Po-Po show up TWICE! And we raise HELL!
In the famous words of the fearless leader and best camp buddy:
I am a Venturer, I spit, stab, scratch, and swear my bloody head off, all the while making it look good! Only kidding about the last part xD
Sadly, some of our best documented antics shall never see the light of the Interwebs..for parental purposes only.
What happens at Camp stays at Camp.
Meanwhile...
Penises..Need I say more?
I spent a whole weekend surrounded by penises, and I didn't learn ANYTHING that I didn't know already. And I was hoping it would be so education -pout- xD
Really though...Why is it that the only go for are such BIMBOS?????
Can someone please explain this little life mystery!! When ever I witness such envoked, and obvious retardness, I feel as though I missed out on the big secret. WHY??
And I have never missed hot showers more!






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