the bitch stole our tent poles!
Friday, Jul. 29, 2005 @ 1:15 p.m.

this year's camping trip serves as evidential proof that despite late night bear booze-attacks, skinny-dipping handstands, an inept egyptian paddler, expired sunscreen, fire ban, sand in every underpant, heated scrabble word disputes, at least four snorers, a frogleg dinner, a tree-tied tent, a makeshift raft, walkie talkie eavesdropping, infected bugbites, swimmers itch, something corporate and a language barrier as thick as the great wall...
...as long as you don't bring pam, you will have a good time.