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First public entry in a long time...
WARNING: Swears, mentions of bodily functions. This is camp, after all.
*In the pool. Jon (camper) throws a ball and hits Roland (camper), who isn't looking.*
Me: Jon! What do you do before you throw the ball?
Jon: Aim for Roland?
Renee (counselor): *asking around the breakfast table* Coffee or tea? Coffee or tea?
Camille (camper): Gin and tonic, please.
*Before jello-eating contest*
Tony (camper): I guess I should take my shirt off...
*I'm on night duty the first night, checking the cabins*
Roland: *standing up, wearing only a pair of briefs* That's my Sarah! Do you want to come into my bed with me? *wiggles eyebrows*
Pam (camper) *indecipherable speech* FUCKIN' *more indecipherable speech*
Mike: Can I lick my shoes before I go to bed?
*At dinner, Bev (counselor) and I are mock-arguing about who gets to wash the table.*
Bernie (camper): *steals my ice cream and eats it*
Jon: *while dumping a cup of water on my head*: Sorry! Sorry!
Ardelle (camper): *points to David (head counselor)* That's my boyfriend. *points to Lindsey (counselor)* That's my boyfriend. We're married.
Cat (counselor): How many boyfriends do you have?
Ardelle: Five.
Bill (camper): I ain't got no boyfriends.
Mike: *in the pool* Ahh! That is COLD!
Camille (sitting in the water): I can warm it up for you.
Roland: Bring it on, sweetie.
Pam: *looks at empty corner, makes a face, sticks out her tongue. pauses. gets angry and sticks up middle finger.*
*while I'm on morning duty.*
Roland: *Goes to bathroom, goes back to cabin, comes out of cabin and waves to me.* Hey, you. Come here for a minute.
Me: *Follows him inside cabin.*
Jon: *underneath his sleeping bag, makes noise like bullfrog* Sorry! Sorry!
Roland: *points to bed, where a pair of sneakers is sitting on his pillow*
Me: ... Oh. ...Your shoes.
Roland: No. No. My shoes *points to feet* are right here. *is wearing sneakers*
Jon: *giggles*
Bonnie: F-fart, fart, fart, fart, fart. *deep breath, points to her but, blows raspberry*
Jon: *tries to make him self fart*
Me: Jon. What happened last time you did that?
Jon: I shit myself.
Me: *trying not to laugh* You what?
Jon: I mean, I pooped. I pooped! Sorry.
WARNING: Swears, mentions of bodily functions. This is camp, after all.
*In the pool. Jon (camper) throws a ball and hits Roland (camper), who isn't looking.*
Me: Jon! What do you do before you throw the ball?
Jon: Aim for Roland?
Renee (counselor): *asking around the breakfast table* Coffee or tea? Coffee or tea?
Camille (camper): Gin and tonic, please.
*Before jello-eating contest*
Tony (camper): I guess I should take my shirt off...
*I'm on night duty the first night, checking the cabins*
Roland: *standing up, wearing only a pair of briefs* That's my Sarah! Do you want to come into my bed with me? *wiggles eyebrows*
Pam (camper) *indecipherable speech* FUCKIN' *more indecipherable speech*
Mike: Can I lick my shoes before I go to bed?
*At dinner, Bev (counselor) and I are mock-arguing about who gets to wash the table.*
Bernie (camper): *steals my ice cream and eats it*
Jon: *while dumping a cup of water on my head*: Sorry! Sorry!
Ardelle (camper): *points to David (head counselor)* That's my boyfriend. *points to Lindsey (counselor)* That's my boyfriend. We're married.
Cat (counselor): How many boyfriends do you have?
Ardelle: Five.
Bill (camper): I ain't got no boyfriends.
Mike: *in the pool* Ahh! That is COLD!
Camille (sitting in the water): I can warm it up for you.
Roland: Bring it on, sweetie.
Pam: *looks at empty corner, makes a face, sticks out her tongue. pauses. gets angry and sticks up middle finger.*
*while I'm on morning duty.*
Roland: *Goes to bathroom, goes back to cabin, comes out of cabin and waves to me.* Hey, you. Come here for a minute.
Me: *Follows him inside cabin.*
Jon: *underneath his sleeping bag, makes noise like bullfrog* Sorry! Sorry!
Roland: *points to bed, where a pair of sneakers is sitting on his pillow*
Me: ... Oh. ...Your shoes.
Roland: No. No. My shoes *points to feet* are right here. *is wearing sneakers*
Jon: *giggles*
Bonnie: F-fart, fart, fart, fart, fart. *deep breath, points to her but, blows raspberry*
Jon: *tries to make him self fart*
Me: Jon. What happened last time you did that?
Jon: I shit myself.
Me: *trying not to laugh* You what?
Jon: I mean, I pooped. I pooped! Sorry.