Still Roughing It.

Living in a tent and liking to read, It becomes evident how important the proper lighting is. I find that reading by the feeble light from a flickering candle becomes torturous. This must have been the reason for the invention of eye glasses. Then I tried to read by the glow of an oil lamp. Sure the light was better and more constant, but I was overcome by fumes and began to feel sick. It could be the reading material, but I’m convinced it is the fumes. Then I moved on to the flashlight I had brought with me to find my poo bucket at night. However, by the third chapter I didn’t have enough light to see my book and had to wait until morning to take a dump. I think I will just move back home and ask my old man to give another chance. At least I can get some reading done and maybe some laundry. Damn my socks stink.

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  • USA_Admiral on September 2nd, 2008

    What in the heck were you reading?

    He will let you back in.

  • Gorilla Bananas on September 2nd, 2008

    You’ll have to blow him before he lets you inside again.

  • daisyfae on September 2nd, 2008

    if he doesn’t take you back? you’ve at least got a poo bucket to fling at him…

  • moooooog35 on September 3rd, 2008

    Oil lamp + poo = inferno.

    Damn, woman…you’re lucky you didn’t start a wildfire.

  • beaverboosh on September 7th, 2008

    Have you tried dilithium crystals? Poo bucket eh!

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