Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

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Tuesday Detention – POS Slips

Taking bets on who in this chat room spent the most amount of time in detention – the first one to say “never” is a filthy liar (or was a late bloomer).

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A Farts’ Tale – POS Pooting

Because this is a classy place

&

I am most assuredly a classy guy

Some Music:

Some Poetry:

“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.[7]”

Some Art: (no not that kind)

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