Good Morning Campers!
How many people are sorry already that they did something? I am. I forgot to feed my second son this morning because I was running around like a God-Damned-Idiot while my wife slowly arose to begin her day. I also took up the whole bed last night. I have no idea what that means. I’m just laaaaying over everything, generally. I did a good job, you’d have envied it, stranger.
My wife let slip some of her south today before she left the house. The cat box is on the way to the door.
Wife: That catbox STANK!
Idiot: Did you just hear what you said?
Wife I know exactly what I just did.
Idiot: I just cleaned it.
(Means I didn’t do a bang up job.)
So, my fellow campers, watch your language. I’m supposed to because cussin’ ain’t no good from what I can tell. And clean the catbox, it’s as dirty as your mouth and I ought to know. Not that I eat from a catbox or anything. My wife serves the good stuff.