Correia’s whole act was weird, like she was playing the role of a movie villain. Very odd performance.
Correia’s whole act was weird, like she was playing the role of a movie villain. Very odd performance.
Would you rather fight one horse sized duck or get knocked out by Ronda Rousey in 5 seconds?
Stayed up for the fight, ended up watching a rerun of Gone In 60 Seconds.
Talk shit, get hit.
Someone had to do it.
Aaaaaaawwwwww... Horses are awesome.
I say this all the time and no one gets it. Everyone thinks I’m a freak.
The camp I worked out was a cabins kind of camp, but we would take the kids out for an overnight in the woods. This was the Adirondacks in NY, and we had a ton of black bears around. Obviously, anything that could attract bears got put in the bear bag and hoisted up out of reach before the kids went to bed and we…
Oh, this is a story about the counselor side. I was working as a junior counselor at this camp I had been going to since I was a kid, and I just adored it. One of the great things about it is that camp director always hired excellent staff who were kind, supportive, and just loved the kids. We were also linked to the…
Honest to gosh, cross my heart this is true.
#NotAllCamps!
No but really, the one I worked at was pretty cheap (as long as you were a scout/cub/beaver) so we got a lot of kids from some pretty rough backgrounds. My sister worked at a charity camp for kids that couldn’t otherwise afford it. For a girl who grew up in suburban Ottawa, meeting kids from inner-city…
It’s the plot to The Parent Trap! Sorry, just being a brat and making jokes.
I went to Christian indoctrination summer camps. They made those affordable for everyone.
Mine was $100 for the week but that’s because it was an amazing 4-H camp that was anti-discrimination like no other. And if kids couldn’t afford it, the organization gave them aid. It was the shit.
This one time, at band camp, a dude had sexual relations with his trumpet.
I hope I out-sadded everyone’s, but sadly, I expect not. Care to share your Sorrow, foxGreyjoy and? Sorrow shared is sorrow divided.
I spent three of the best summers of my life working at a little scout camp in Eastern Ontario, just outside of Perth. I have literally dozens of stories from it (I’ve already told two here) but this is my favourite:
We had a HUGE raccoon population around the camp. Big families that would get into gang fights at…
Discovered that a fellow camper was my long-lost twin sister.
Kicked out for smoking weed.