Tents really do leak if you touch them when it’s raining.
Once as we were coming back from the camp showers I heard my uncle scream.
My uncle was 6’3", big and burly and an ex marine. He wasn’t afraid of anything.
He got back to camp before the rest of us and saw
the back end of a bear sticking out of the door of our tent.
He screamed, the bear backed out, stood up and looked at my uncle and ran off into the woods
I’ve heard the difference between a black bear and a grizzly is…
if you climb up a tree and the bear climbs up behind you it’s a black bear.
If it stands at the bottom shaking the tree waiting for you to fall out it’s a grizzly.
And you’d leave poor Moooom sleeping on the floor? For shame!
Just got back from friend’s birthday, in silly mood. Also got IDed buying beer earlier- the guy said he thought I was about 19 ('tis 18 to buy alchamahol here)- I turned 30 a few weeks back.
Big Boss’s brother has a small fridge on his porch that he keeps beer in. Last year he had a bear come up on his porch every night at 9, open the fridge, take a beer, and leave. These are facts.
Swampy, where were you every night at nine last summer? Hmmmmm?
He needs to turn the temp down a bit. The beer could have been just a touch colder. I shouldn’t complain though. It was nice of him to have a beer all ready on those hot nights.
Oh and the spider guy is nuts! If a biiiiiiiiiigassssss spider like that was in my vehicle, I’d have no choice but to torch, then nuke from outer space, said vehicle. :eek:
I went to a festival near Brisbane, and a huntsman took up residence in the ladies toilets, behind the toilet paper roll. Every time someone pulled on the paper, the spider jumped out…
Yeah, it was as funny as it sounds- crowds started gathering outside whenever a new person went in.
Did I mention that we watched the space station orbit over LR Wednesday night?
It was cool.
If I can remember to take leftovers for lunch tomorrow, I’ll have a sirloin hamburger, canned baked beans, mashed potatoes, save three bucks and not have to eat a frozen dinner.
Mrs. Mainkowitz or whatever the TV dinner lady’s name is, fellates with great allacrity.
My back doesn’t hurt much tonight. Maybe it’s because I’ve been sleeping on a different bear.
