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Join Date: Jan 2011
Location: North Eastern,Pa
Re: Camp stories
I could, and probably should, write a book of camp stories. Here is a clean one I remember. Back in the day my camp had a full roster, and 25 guys in the house on Sunday night. Our patriarch, one of the charter members was an old man then, and an extreme creature of habit. He had his own bedroom, the only single room in the place. He did all the cooking, and was the first guy up Monday morning. He also was the first man to bed, about 8 oclock each night. So Sunday night after he hits the rack they hatch this plan. After he is asleep, someone sneaks in and grabs his wind up alarm clock, and his wristwatch. They change the time so its going to go off at midnight, which he thinks is 4am. They also change all the clocks in the camp to match. When the hour comes around, 24 guys hide in the living room and wait in the dark. When the alarm goes off, the fun begins. We hear him roll out, first cussing, then farting, then the unmistakeable sound of a Zippo lighter, followed by a coughing fit as the first Camel no filter of the day is smoked. We are then treated to hearing his trip over to the bathroom. Then all is quiet as he comes down the steps. We all see him stop and look at the wall clock, another cussing session ensues. The kitchen is a left turn, away from all of us, and soon pots and pans are banging and we hear the gas grill light. Then the bomb drops, there is a small clock in the kitchen we forgot! Well all heck breaks loose as we pile out! You no good rotten sons of la la la !
He was so mad, he would not make breakfast when the time came, and nobody got any sleep at all, priceless memory!
"Be nice, until its time to not be nice" (Patrick Swayze...Roadhouse)