Posts Tagged Kelly
Didn’t post anything yesterday. I was on a fossil dig/campout with scouts. So, to make it up to you, here’s a double-length cartoon.
Tried this story out at a campfire… twice. It worked once. You try. Let me know how it goes.
Say, you know the shortest scary story in the world, right? “The last man in the world sat in a room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.”
I love that one. And if you tell it to kids around a campfire, and they’re not sufficiently creeped out, you can tell them that it was a woman that knocked. The little ones are then totally grossed out.
Too lazy to make s’mores? Too worried about being in the woods on a campout with sticky fingers and smellin’ like bear bait? They make s’mores and package them. Civilized, and your pants legs don’t wind up with marshmallow smeared all over them where you tried to clean it off your hands.
Or maybe you know a big guy like Lowell whose glucose levels have dropped out…
Woooooo. Paaaaaintball. Now’s the time- it’s not as hot and sticky as it was a month ago, and it’s not as chilly as it’ll be in a month, when the sting of a well-placed ball will HHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRT. Click on the stuff below if you wanna shop paintball cool stuff.

























