Jenn, Emma and I went camping over Labor day to Chain O’Lakes where we were across a family that at times was very entertaining… but mostly quite gross… beyond the pure hatred one of the fathers had for his son’s sexual preference, we enjoyed a massive amount of farting, farting stories, poop stories… and ugly fat people making out. They did put a smile on my face when they were leaving and totally jacked their camper on a electric post… his wife told him to stop… but not so much.
One of my favorite past times while I’m camping, is reading the ignorant scribbles on the bathroom stall walls… a quick word to the Klan… if the only platform you have for your propaganda is a crapper’s wall, ignorance isn’t your only issue… there was a fresh one that impressed me so much that I wanted to share it with you… it was quite simple, they had made an anarchy symbol and wrote “punks unite”… now I don’t have a huge understanding of anarchy but I’m sure there isn’t a whole lot of room for unification… but then again I could be way off base.
B.A. <————— H*m*
… you know, like on a bathroom wall …