Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda
on 08/22/2005 at 04:38 PM
You make that up, Skipper? Funny! Yep, I loved “Camp Granada”.
I remember driving home from a far away job and tuning in a classical music station. Imagine my surprise when I heard the music that Allan Sherman used for his song playing as a classical piece. It turned out to be Amilcare Ponchielli’s “Dance Of The Hours”. I never knew.
FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY I can’t tell you how this brightened my day.
Gotta work in some rattlesnakes and grizzly bears here....
Good Lord, half of that stuff happened on the last Boyscout trip I made in my youth!!
Tents washed away in the flood because a bunch of punks wouldn’t listen to us older kids or the scoutmaster about not putting your tents in a valley going down a hill side. It was funny to wash 4 boys get washed right out of their tents in a torrential rainstorm while we all set up high and dry smoking cigars.
Hair burned off from using gas to light a fire (the firecrackers at the bottom of the woodpile did NOT help!). Beer was smuggled in along with pot (lousy with seeds, too). Everyone got sunburned setting up the tents on Friday night and it rained the rest of the weekend. 3 kids fell off the pier soaking their last dry clothes.
One vehicle spun off into a ditch because one kids dad was COMPLETE MORON when it came to temperment and getting wet. One complete set of clothing was wrecked for 6 of us after this moron kept spraying us with mud being stupid with the gas-pedal whe we tried to push him out. The scoutmaster booted his kid after the trip to keep his dad away from the rest of us. This same kid put a bunch of leaves into peoples’ sleeping bags as a joke. The leaves turned out to be poison ivy.
We all puked and/or got diharrea on undercooked sausage. The pizza in tinfoil turned out fairly well, so did the fish. We were grateful for the pot and even the scoutmaster was drinking beer with us (from our stash) by the end of the weekend. It was a good trip.
