Yet another crappy trip
I just got home from another camping trip with the whole family this time. Geez, it was bad. I have mosquito bites all over me and they itch like crazy. Well, here are a few of the little mishaps that occured along the week long trip.
- My mom and I went out on our Jet Ski's on Hamlin Lake. Oh fuck, this sucked ass. We were having a great time for about 20 minutes, until my Mom's craft stalled out on her. I tied a rope from the back of my Jet ski to the front of hers and began to tow her in. I had to drive around these stupid fishermen and ended up getting both my mother and I both stuck in a fucking forest of weeds. They got sucked in and my watercraft wouldn't even start. So, I was like "shit!". After many miserably failed attempts to get the thing started again, I gave up. I was either going to have to paddle all the way back, flag down another boat to come save us, or blow up my engine. According to my mom, the third one was not an option. So, we had been out on the water for an hour and a half. A boat finally goes by. We are both waving to them, trying to get them to come over and rescue us.... they smile and wave back and away they go. I was pissed. More so now then when we first stalled. About fifteen minutes later, same fucking thing happens. I am now vexed. So we wait ANOTHER 45 minutes and have a nice, perverted, crazy old man pull us back to shore.
- I was sitting down on a little patch of grass under a tree located in our campsite. I was listening to my IPod and just relaxing and shit. I get up to go and get something to drink, and I feel like I have a stick or something in my pants. So, I try to get it out, but it wont come out. So I wigge my baggy pant leg some more and whatever was in my pants finally falls to the ground. "Hmm, I wonder what was stuck in my pants?" I wonder to myself. I pick the stick-looking thing up off of the ground and begin to examine it. I look a little more closely at it.. and I see that it is a fucking Praying Mantis. I threw that bitch to the ground and started running for the showers. That was so fucking disgusting, and how the hell did it crawl up my pant leg without me even knowing it was there?!
- I went on this bike trail smack dab in the middle of the woods. "It's a bike trail, it's not like it is going to be some mountain bike challenge type shit or something..." I thought to myself. Oh, but I was dead fucking wrong. I start on the trail in the middle of some feild and everything is all nice and easy. I enter the woods to bugs smacking into my face and me going down 90 degree angle type hills and the trail narrowing down to a whopping 6 inches. Halfway through and almost completely beefing it seven times, I fucking called it quits. There was no way I was going to the hospital for some stupid shit like that. "Uh yeah, I stupidly went on a suicidal bike trial becuase I thoguht I could do it..." Nope. Not gonna do it.
- Tim didn't do stupid human tricks :(
- I kept on having to wake up in the middle of the night (every night) to swat away the bugs that were trying to fly into my ears. I squashed a mosquito with my hand and blood exploded on me. I hope it was mine at least.
Yeah, so if any of you ask me to go camping with you... I don't think you'll hear an honest yes out of me.
- My mom and I went out on our Jet Ski's on Hamlin Lake. Oh fuck, this sucked ass. We were having a great time for about 20 minutes, until my Mom's craft stalled out on her. I tied a rope from the back of my Jet ski to the front of hers and began to tow her in. I had to drive around these stupid fishermen and ended up getting both my mother and I both stuck in a fucking forest of weeds. They got sucked in and my watercraft wouldn't even start. So, I was like "shit!". After many miserably failed attempts to get the thing started again, I gave up. I was either going to have to paddle all the way back, flag down another boat to come save us, or blow up my engine. According to my mom, the third one was not an option. So, we had been out on the water for an hour and a half. A boat finally goes by. We are both waving to them, trying to get them to come over and rescue us.... they smile and wave back and away they go. I was pissed. More so now then when we first stalled. About fifteen minutes later, same fucking thing happens. I am now vexed. So we wait ANOTHER 45 minutes and have a nice, perverted, crazy old man pull us back to shore.
- I was sitting down on a little patch of grass under a tree located in our campsite. I was listening to my IPod and just relaxing and shit. I get up to go and get something to drink, and I feel like I have a stick or something in my pants. So, I try to get it out, but it wont come out. So I wigge my baggy pant leg some more and whatever was in my pants finally falls to the ground. "Hmm, I wonder what was stuck in my pants?" I wonder to myself. I pick the stick-looking thing up off of the ground and begin to examine it. I look a little more closely at it.. and I see that it is a fucking Praying Mantis. I threw that bitch to the ground and started running for the showers. That was so fucking disgusting, and how the hell did it crawl up my pant leg without me even knowing it was there?!
- I went on this bike trail smack dab in the middle of the woods. "It's a bike trail, it's not like it is going to be some mountain bike challenge type shit or something..." I thought to myself. Oh, but I was dead fucking wrong. I start on the trail in the middle of some feild and everything is all nice and easy. I enter the woods to bugs smacking into my face and me going down 90 degree angle type hills and the trail narrowing down to a whopping 6 inches. Halfway through and almost completely beefing it seven times, I fucking called it quits. There was no way I was going to the hospital for some stupid shit like that. "Uh yeah, I stupidly went on a suicidal bike trial becuase I thoguht I could do it..." Nope. Not gonna do it.
- Tim didn't do stupid human tricks :(
- I kept on having to wake up in the middle of the night (every night) to swat away the bugs that were trying to fly into my ears. I squashed a mosquito with my hand and blood exploded on me. I hope it was mine at least.
Yeah, so if any of you ask me to go camping with you... I don't think you'll hear an honest yes out of me.