June 14, 2005
ON CAMPING
When I was a cabinetmaker a coworker approached me one day in a very discreet but agitated state. This guy was a burnt out case, who would slide next door into the back of the Crow Bar Lounge every two hours or so for a chilly Crown shot to take the edge off. Then try not to chop his damned fingers off.
"Let me ask you something," he said in a hoarse voice. "Say you and a buddy went camping, and you got all fucked up on red liquor, and you woke up the next morning and couldn't remember anything, but your asshole burned. Would you tell anybody?"
"Hell, no!" says I.
He looked at me with a withered eye, and whispered "Do you want to go camping?"
It took me a week to realize he was pulling my fucking leg. I thought that crazy bastard wanted to go camping! In the dark! With me!
What makes you think he was joking?
Posted by: jmflynny at June 14, 2005 9:55 PMThe fact I went camping with him, flynny. With an entourage, of course. Just in case.
Posted by: Velociman at June 14, 2005 10:00 PMNot that there's anything the matter with that...
Posted by: steelheader at June 14, 2005 10:55 PMHow went the red liquor, and more importantly, the asshole?
Posted by: Pedro the Ignorant at June 15, 2005 6:00 AM"He looked at me with a withered eye..."
The story was funny enough, but the way you told it...why, I practically beshit myself with laughter.
Posted by: Elisson at June 15, 2005 10:36 AMthat IS funny!
Posted by: Vermont Neighbor at June 20, 2005 1:57 AM