Camping Notes, Sherwood, WI., II

Someone pass me more chili -- I have to use the outhouse again, and I want to go in fully armed.

I have got to cut down on this cheap ass La Crosse Lager. It obviously contains a fairly large portion of crack cocaine.

I smell like Smoky the Bear and Jimmy Dean the Sausage Guy had an orgy in my hypodermis. I won't get this smell out for weeks. If I could fly, I could be a smoke signal telling my fellow Potawatomi JIMI HENDRIX MEANT HE WANTED TO STAND NEXT TO HER CROTCH, NOT AN ACTUAL FIRE. If I move closer, I will melt my bones. Which could be interesting -- glowing from the inside, a skin of red covering liquid bone, a phoenix from an icarus....

Who put that owl there? Who? Who?

Who?

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