Don’t listen to swampy, Rue. You’re the boss, and there’s plenty of time for the tie-dyed incident to be forgotten (or sublimated.)
I used to go camping all the time, years ago. The only problem we had were dodging velociraptors and T. Rexes. And if you couldn’t carry what you needed on your back for the better part of three days, you went without it.
I got a joke. In honor of VBob’s gradiating and all:
Four men were bragging about how smart their cats were. The first man was an Engineer, the second man was an Accountant, the third man was a Chemist, and
the fourth man was a Government Employee.
To show off, the Engineer called to his cat,
“T-square, do your stuff.”
T-square pranced over to the desk, took out some paper and pen and promptly drew a circle, a square, and a triangle. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart.
But the Accountant said his cat could do better. He called to his cat and said,
“Spreadsheet, do your stuff.”
Spreadsheet went out to the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies. Everyone agreed that was good too.
Of course the Chemist said his cat could do better. He called to his cat and said, “Measure, do your stuff.”
Measure got up, walked to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop into the glass.
Everyone agreed that was pretty good.
Then the three men turned to the Government Employee and said, “What can your cat do?”
The Government Employee called to his cat and said, “CoffeeBreak, do your stuff.”
CoffeeBreak jumped to his feet, ate the cookies, drank the milk, pooped on the paper, screwed the other three cats, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for Workers Compensation, and went home for the rest of the day on sick leave.
I’m guessing all these guys lived in the same house together with their cats. Or maybe they were camping with their cats.
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