There is always "that kid" at every camp. In fact several "that kid"s. The fat kid. The skinny kid. The loud kid. The bully. The woose.

Worst of all there is always the little worm, the one the fat kid sat on his face and farted in about twice a day. The kid wouldn't say sheets if he had a mouthful... until he had 40 years and a computer screen between him and the fat kids butt.

Last edited by JackRyan; 12/30/19.

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