That Brooke Hogan smells like balogna is something I not only believe, it is now the hill I will lie down and die on if called upon to do so.

No nanny to bang, but my dad also married the 22-year-old student he was “advising.” Who left him 11 years later for her graduate advisor — I found a pleasing symmetry in that, at least.

I always go into Target with a list of stuff that costs around $40 and leave with a bunch of crap spending $150:(

My dad didn’t bang the nanny (that I know of) but he did make his 23 year old grad student my new mommy, so we get to live a cliché too.

Nope.

Jagger? Snow thank you!

I’d say that people who use the term “white trash” are also strong contenders for that title.

It’s like Comic Sans got drunk on chardonnay and started wearing a cheap pink feather boa.

It’s like comic sans and the disney font had a baby.

That font is just a tiptoe away from Comic Sans...

Bless my soul have I got a story!

First sleep-away girl scout camp, a week long, and I went with a friend from school; we were one state away from home while our families stayed at a vacation cabin, so we only knew each other. It was in the woods but not insane, with lots of activities and swimming and crafts and horses, the whole deal. I loved it, my…

I went to drill team camp in the 10th grade. TBH, I have no idea how I actually ever made the team (although I think it may have been when the girl in line next to me during tryouts accidentally poked me in the eye with her prop during the routine and I kept going). I’m a born klutz, never took a dance/gymnastics…

I was ball-shy (yes, I’ve heard all the jokes, go ahead anyway), and could not learn to play tennis to save my life.

Before my sophomore year I managed to go to swim camp the one week that only had 1/4 the usual amount of kids (it was the week of the Fourth of July, so really it was me and a bunch of Canadians). The older kids, of which there were maybe 30 of us, somehow convinced the college kids who were supervising us outside of…

Honest to gosh, cross my heart this is true.

I don’t think this counts because I was working at a ‘summer camp’ type thing and I’ve personally never attended one, but I’ll list this anyway.

Told this before but: Parents came up visiting day. Once they had us hopped up on red dye#whatever from the pistachios and sugar high on “Now or Laters” they announced that when we came home , mommy and daddy would no longer be living together. But I’m not bitter and I look forward to people’s stories of bunk raid…

My sister and I both went to a pretty cool sleep away camp in North Carolina one summer. I was 9 or 10, so she was 12 or 13. She had gone before, but this was my first time. It was 6 weeks, and the camp was basically a whole mountain top. I loved it! I went on this 2 or 3 day hike/camping trip with a group, which I…