Any argument about where to pitch a campsite results in a tent situation.
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 with my brother and made fun of his shelter. After that he remained diss tent with me.
Japanese camping tradition: campfires and Sumo’whores bars.
The rich but deranged warlord kept a harem of midget concubines who slept outside. Clearly this was a man of imp whore tents.
If you get nostalgic about childhood camping trips you are just living in the past tents.
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.