imouse

I lived. I haven't really camped much. It's not because of a lack of interest, it's just not the kind of thing my friends did either. So yeah, I went camping. I stuck my feet in freezing cold water, got real dirty, drank beer, played games, and made smores. I had a good time.

I'm sorry to report, however, that a pack of killer squirrels infiltrated the camp and savagely murdered a loaf of bread. A great tragedy, mostly because it happened shortly before lunch.