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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on September 2nd, 2008 at 12:39 pm
What in the heck were you reading?
He will let you back in.
on September 2nd, 2008 at 3:16 pm
You’ll have to blow him before he lets you inside again.
on September 2nd, 2008 at 4:07 pm
if he doesn’t take you back? you’ve at least got a poo bucket to fling at him…
on September 3rd, 2008 at 9:48 am
Oil lamp + poo = inferno.
Damn, woman…you’re lucky you didn’t start a wildfire.
on September 7th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
Have you tried dilithium crystals? Poo bucket eh!