THE MORNING AFTER
[THOOOOOOOOOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO, before the dawn of camp as we knew it, this post was forward-dated to after the cat ears and tails have fallen off. by which I mean the end of Loveless weekend, not the moment when we all lose our virginities.
flopped in the grass somewhere outside in the general vicinity of the Pimp Cabin is one miserable, groaning Noah who has apparently made, within the past 24 hours, some Very Bad Decisions.
a few stray, chewed-up catnip leaves may still be lying around in the grass around his head.]
G-gonna be sick . . .
flopped in the grass somewhere outside in the general vicinity of the Pimp Cabin is one miserable, groaning Noah who has apparently made, within the past 24 hours, some Very Bad Decisions.
a few stray, chewed-up catnip leaves may still be lying around in the grass around his head.]
G-gonna be sick . . .