Thinking about camping has reminded me of something that I guarantee will happen at some point while I'm in Wisconsin in July. Guarantee.
At some point, there will be some of us sitting around the campfire. Let's say there will be 8 of us. And it will be quiet for a moment. Then one of the guys will say, "Eight men sitting around a campfire."
Which will prompt me to say "Oh, Lord" and roll my eyes.
Which will not keep the speaker from finishing, "On a dark and stormy night. One of the men said, 'Cap'n, tell us a story.' And this is the story he told."
Everyone will laugh or shake their heads at this point. There will be another moment of quiet.
Then the person sitting next to the original speaker will say, "Eight men sitting around a campfire on a dark and stormy night. One of the men said, 'Cap'n, tell us a story. And this is the story he told."
Then the person sitting next to him or her will say, "Eight men sitting around a campfire on a dark and stormy night. One of the men said, 'Cap'n, tell us a story. And this is the story he told."
And so on.
Guarantee it.
Posted by Jenelle at May 26, 2006 02:53 PM | TrackBackI think there needs to be a little more bitch-slapping going on at these campouts of yours.
Posted by: shank at May 27, 2006 08:00 AMTequila - sufficiently applied - will help prevent this.
Posted by: Harvey at May 30, 2006 12:56 PM