I went camping with my brother and made fun of his shelter. After that he remained diss tent with me.
If you get nostalgic about childhood camping trips you are just living in the past tents.
I dropped a chocolatey treat down my pants while camping – but I didn’t let it stop me. One ‘smore into the breech!
I went camping in the woods, but my tent smelled like feet. It was a big musky toe problem.
Smore’s code: incomprehensible campfire tradition.
The rich but deranged warlord kept a harem of midget concubines who slept outside. Clearly this was a man of imp whore tents.
Japanese camping tradition: campfires and Sumo’whores bars.
Any argument about where to pitch a campsite results in a tent situation.