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Posts tagged camping
Sweetums Series #8: The Return of PhaggyPhatPhuck
Sep 13th
This weekend the hunnies went on a camping expedition. Like Lewis and Clark, we trekked through uncharted territory in Marin County along Sir Francis Drake Boulevard known as Samuel P. Taylor State Park.
On the ride home, Benutty requested we play the soundtrack to the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Never let Benutty request a Rocky Horror Sing-a-Long while Gary Jr. recovers from camping fatigue. Madness (some might even call it genius) ensues.
We’ll Be Back
Sep 10th
We are off camping til Sunday afternoon. We’ll be back then. Enjoy your weekend and this very special clip from Gary Jr.
Question of the Week (03/20 – 03/26)
Mar 24th
This week’s question was asked by 3rin of San Francisco, CA:
What ONE activity could you do all day long without getting bored? And no…the answer is not abortions, Jiz.
One activity huh? You tube videos and porn both seem plausible, although I’ve never attempted either for a full day. I think I could go hiking someplace scenic or bike riding all day with enough energy. It really depends on what constitutes all day? If were talking all 16 waking hours or a full 24 hour event then I would probably have to choose something that involves more coffee and booze for me to stay entertained and awake for that long.
Final answer: Camping. If camping counts as one activity then it wins. Drinking, hiking, possibly some swimming, games, camp fires, food, friends, tranquility. Yes. I choose camping.
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Stay tuned for the other responses this week.
Nick’s Greatest Moments: The Ocean Incident
Feb 19th
About 10 years ago two friends and I went camping up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Todd was a fairly attractive straight boy who liked political jokes, collecting his fingernails in a jar, and not wearing deodorant. Vanessa was like Gary Jr., a big girl who liked to eat, flirt with all the boys, and always had a good time. Our camping trip was interesting as always… A bear harassed us at night, I was dared to suck on Todd’s big toe, I found a giant beetle in my jacket pocket (so creepy), and I slipped and fell in the outhouse which was the most disgusting thing you could imagine (one word… maggots!). The lake nearby was really cold too, so Todd and I decided not to bathe for the 3 nights we were there. Vanessa braved the cold waters though… I don’t know how she did it. Personally I could not get my balls in the water… they were not about to have it.
Anyways, after such a great trip we headed back home. I was driving, Vanessa was in the passenger seat, and Todd was in the back seat behind Vanessa. Vanessa was complaining that Todd and I smelled bad, so we had rolled the windows down to air out the car. Since all the air was blowing on Todd he put his sleeping bag over him and was hiding for most of the trip reading his comic books.
Around Placerville Vanessa started getting suspicious of what Todd was doing in the backseat. Todd proclaimed he was just reading his comic book, and asked her to leave him alone. Shortly afterward though both Vanessa and I heard Todd make some curious sounds. Vanessa grilled him again asking him what the hell he was doing. Todd leaned forward, handed me a white t-shirt, and said “Smells like the ocean”. I look down at the shirt, and there is jizz all over it. Vanessa screamed, hit him, and reminded him of how gross he was. This really didn’t shock me at all, because I already knew Todd was a chronic masturbator. Curious, I decided to check if it really did smell like the ocean, but as I leaned in to smell it Todd hit the back of my head. My face went right into his jizz, and you know what? It really did smell like the ocean, but sadly it didn’t taste like it though. Good times.
And that… is one of Nick’s Greatest Moments.
Keep the Monkey Caged!, They Say
Feb 6th
We don’t let the monkey outta his cage often because when we do he always manages to hurt himself and our reputation. Take for example the time we brought him along camping — our resident chimp had 8 drinks too many and was photographed by the paparazzi falling backwards off the log by the campfire!
Now, no one at D@2 claims to be sober once the sun goes down, but we can’t be portrayed as sloppy drunk messes. Come on now Jay, pull yourself together and get some help before we call A&E to book your appearance on Intervention!!
