George and I were at Wal-Mart one day. Doing what dudes do at Wal-Mart: Checking out the fishing poles, staring at the cool guns, looking at tents. Sucking at life incredibly (that makes for a great story by the way, if you wanna know). SO at some point, between the camping section and the manventure section, I asked George if he wanted to go camping with me. We'd go to the beach. And also we would manventure and get drunk and have a great time. To make a long story short we got drunk and had a good time. Here were my favorite moments.. in a nutshell:
this is us burning the evidence.. that way, if a park ranger came by and asked us if we had beer, we could say no. because all the evidence was burned, you see. and park rangers dont kick you out of the camp site if the evidence has been burned.
this here is Master Camper Dave. To reach Master Camper status, one must pass a rigorous exam testing not only knowledge but physical skills as well. (FYI Dave is the most worthless camper in the world.)
Here's a pretty sunset. its out of focus. thats because i dont know how to focus? do you? well i dont really care because im better looking than you regardless.
George caught his shovel on fire. Literally.. hahaha LOL jk.
Im up in smoke. ANOTHER GREAT JOKE. damn yall its late sorry.
George in the morning. Opened up a can of tuna with a tent peg. He's an Eagle Scout. More important than george and his tuna in this picture, we can see dave in the background zipping up his zipper after coming back from a piss.
I've always wanted to play football in the middle of the interstate in the middle of the day in high traffic. Luckily for me, coming back from the beach, going 2 miles in an hour of driving, I was able to knock one dream of my list of things to do.