I don’t often do bodily function jokes, but when I do, they’re disgusting.
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I don’t often do bodily function jokes, but when I do, they’re disgusting.
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No! Don’t open the tent! Keep the area of confinement small, and restrict the victims to ground zero!
I recall a camping trip to Grey Mountain and something called Atomic Firecloud Chili, and my dad having to stay in the truck with me because it was too windy outside. The windows had to stay open, and I moved into the front seat, instead of the back camper.
[chuckles] ah, the memories of camping trips past… when my mother’s normally evil cooking took on a Whole ‘Nother face. lol
i laugh now but i swear, at the time, i was sure i would need therapy for the horrors her food over a camp fire Alone caused.
“No human gut could process that!” I would accept that challenge except my wife has me on a strict diet, no excessive flatulence producing foods.
My other half adores black licorice. It does things to him. Serious things. That’s the reason there is a rule that I can run the ceiling fan in the bedroom at ANY time I choose, even dead of winter. Still. These days I’ve learned… toss him in the bedroom with his treat and sleep elsewhere that night…
and here I THOUGHT tents are ‘breathable.
Not when they’re overwhelmed by a toxic cloud like that….It’ll take a bit for that to filter….
Definitely some heavier particulate matter involved here X-D
Imagine a nineteen year old with a preference to cheese. Imagine said Jarhead had an undiagnosed dairy intolerance. Imagine him bargaining for four packs of pseudo cheese and crackers. NOW imagine being ordered to “Just SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP!” whilst being in above tent..
Oh man. You just described every field maneuver and deployment I ever went on.
Well, you know Mikey. “Give it to Mikey, he’ll eat anything.”
“permeable”
It’s how we warm the tent in frigid weather
No Sparks!!! No Matches!!!?!
I went camping once… and something in the chili didn’t sit right in my stomach, and I regret throwing up into the outhouse… ugh. Next time, I’ll just puke into a damn bush.
Trust me, ralfing in a bush has never gone well for me… I have better aim into a garbage bag, pail, or toilet…. the best ever is those grey hotel wastebaskets. Your face fits well, you can sit down on the floor or ground and wrap your arms around your best buddy… and it doesn’t smell like the porcelain throne can and usually is much cleaner. I bought some of those at Sam’s Club (like a Costco, peeps) for if the real flu or the beerflu (or tequilaflu or wineflu) hits.