Years ago, when some buddies and I went into a lot of caves, Gary was asked what he thought of a particular cave that you had to sort of wade into.
Gary had a dry sense of humor and said, “I didn’t know we were going to get DIRTY!”
They did not ever let him forget that he said that.
Caving is a lot of getting to get grimy and love it…
Looks like there may be a whole family of converts there, to joining the real world (remember something about bubblewrap in their house?)
You’re not supposed to ENJOY fun. Fun is there for you to experience pains, injuries, and indignities you never knew existed. If you wanted enjoyment, you should have splurged for the Princess Cruise.
While there you can suffer pains, injuries, indignities, and diarrhea. On a ship!
Had a Marine Corps buddy like that.. Every weekend he was out riding motorcycles, getting in fights, drinking until he puked. One weekend he couldn’t go out due to pending litigation and y’know.. CASTS… We played video games and drank soda instead of beer. Didn’t last, but he kept asking the gang to repeat “Clean weekend”… Said it made “getting stupid” more fun if he eased off once in a while..
[just sorta blinks]
People like that are kind of scary to me.
Had some “friends” (neighbor kids my mother insisted I hang out with for some unknown reason) who would complain all through a short hike through the woods, insist on wearing walkmans (that’s how some of us old folks listened to music in the dino age) during it and would get all whiny if they sweated. She insisted I had to have them with me.
I admit I was a mean little kid and would lengthen how far we would be walking every single time they’d whine about stuff. Well, it ticked me off they’d insist to my mother that I let them come on a hike when they Knew they hated hiking. I figured if they were going to be a pita to me, the least I could do was return the favor.
That went on for a couple of months before it Finally occurred to them that I Wasn’t going to stop going on hikes just because they didn’t like them and that they had either better learn to like nature or stay home.
They, thankfully, stayed home.
~eh, it wasn’t like either party Actually Wanted to hang out with the other. It was a mess set up by our folks. I was just lucky that my mother was an outdoors person and hated having kids under foot.~
ooookaaaaay…
are we sure those are not from Lowell’s family in ANYWAYS?
seriously they are freaking me a bit…
No. They’re aware that they don’t know. Lowell has no awareness.
Cave mud is extremely sticky, and makes for great mud fights.
That was me! “Outdoors is dirty.” Luckily you can learn, and I hope they will!
I remember having fun out doors once.
It was pouring rain. I was riding a bike.
I was tired of being hot and muggy (it was August, and uber hot).
So I rode through EVERY MUD puddle, pud pit, and dirt track I could find.
When I got back to the group home… the staff insisted on hosing me down BEFORE I entered the house. You’d think they’d never seen dirt before.
Heck… even my cargo pockets had 4″ of mud in them! LOL
“mud puddle, Mud pit …” not pud pit. Does anyone know what a pud pit is?
A pud is an ‘anal sphincter’ so a pud pit would be the area directly in front of the stage at a heavy metal concert.