Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The battle continues

Camp just called me a funky, fat, fat, fat lion-breath animal. Hmm. Then he said that he hates me and wishes I were dead. He hasn't pounded on or kicked his locked door yet though, so I feel like I'm getting a pretty good deal. :)

7 comments:

  1. YIKES DUDE. Good luck with that...Oh wittababycampers.

    Merry Christmas Eve Eve Ann! YAHOO

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  2. Call him a butt mustache. That is one is always a dagger.

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  3. lump of groggy grank gree gree, weh.

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  4. You really didn't think you were going to get that super duper cool stunt show for free did you? You gotta pay up!

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