DAY camp? Wimps! When I was a lad, I had to walk 5 miles thru… oh, wait… I went to a REAL summer camp.
Every [very] early morning, we woke to the sounds of a scratchy 45 [or was it a 78?] playing ‘Revelry’. Then it was dress, clean, get in line & march off for cold oatmeal.
I betcha they know wake the kids by sending out a soft page to all their Blackberries!
(’Pancakes or Toast?’ the screen reads…) -Marco Polo
I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
The supply list for arts & crafts at terrorist camp is rather quirky. Furthermore, they don’t have nap times, which makes campers grumpy little critters.
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DAY camp? Wimps! When I was a lad, I had to walk 5 miles thru… oh, wait… I went to a REAL summer camp.
Every [very] early morning, we woke to the sounds of a scratchy 45 [or was it a 78?] playing ‘Revelry’. Then it was dress, clean, get in line & march off for cold oatmeal.
I betcha they know wake the kids by sending out a soft page to all their Blackberries!
(’Pancakes or Toast?’ the screen reads…) -Marco Polo
I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
The supply list for arts & crafts at terrorist camp is rather quirky. Furthermore, they don’t have nap times, which makes campers grumpy little critters.
Grumpy terrorists–now that sounds scary, FW. Maybe they could order blackberry pancakes on their Blackberries, MP…