I’ve got the camping bug. I want to camp.
I want to wake up under that nylon fabric and have pirate coffee and eggs and bacon, then jump in a cool swimmin’ whole. I want to play darts and cribbage while the fresh fish catch is frying in a pan getting ready to be eaten.
Who is with me?
yer damn skippy!
also cards and s’mores
And sardines from the can? and machine-rolled cigarettes?
Don’t forget wet early morning kisses from a camping doggie!
Soooooo ready. Damn, we have a party this weekend, don’t we?
as long as the swimming is nude, I’m in!
Parties can be missed.
Gimme about 6 months to get better toned and I’ll get back to ya. 😉
I am SO not the camping kind. HOWEVER if you go I would go lol. ^_^ Once I am up there we can plan another one, since I will miss out on this one ^_^.
Is pirate coffee hot coffee served out of a coconut husk?
If you come to Assateague and camp oput with me on the beach, you can wake up to wet kisses from wild ponies.
Which is exciting.
Camping percolator coffee (with grounds) and delicious, delicious RUM.
My camping will only increase!
“Wet Kisses from Wild Ponies” sounds naughty.
You know camping on Assateague is like my lifelong dream since I read “Misty of Chincoteague” at 6 years old!
^_^
It has been a long time for me, but I really did like getting away and going out with just the guys and relaxing and kicking back. I hate Fish, but I can bring along hamburger meat lol and a little grill ^_^. We should plan a camping trip once I am up there. ^_^ That would be cool! tiki_monkey must come too ^_^. He so rocks ^_^
I will sneak some Absenth with me ^_^
I was thinking you looked fine ^_^ lol Hell take PICS for me ^_^
If you go camping instead of going to my party, there will be consequences.
plus I will cry because that is totally mean. =( you could at least filter me out of these posts if you are planning to make me weep.
The only tears will be tears of joy!
Deal! We can have a naked Valentine 🙂
Now I’m torn.
Do I
1) tell you the truth about the ponies and liberate you from that book; but, simultaneously destroy any reason you’d have to come out to this sandbar and thereby miss out on your fabulous companies; or
2) tell you that Misty taught all the ponies that humans are our friends and so they love and adore all of us; but, suffer destruction at your hands when you attempt your first pony-love-child experience . . .
Decision decisions
Oh, I know all about the realities of horses, don’t worry! I just had no idea that a place called Assateague existed until reading it.
I probably won’t get out there in any case. It scares me.
Man, I bought a sweet winter tent from REI a few years ago, and it has never even been out of it’s duffel. I am so effing overdue for camping, it’s not funny.
Fortunately, I will soon be in an area more worth camping in.