Ah, camping. There’s nothing like being one with nature, being free of the hassles of the daily grind, hanging out with Satan…
Here’s a picture I took of the roaring firepit where we made S’mores on Saturday night:
Do you see what I see? No? So go ahead and click on this one already, ya yutz!
ZOMG!!1! It’s the face of The Dark Lord himself! Beelzebub! Mr. Scratch! Old Nick! Belial! George Bush! Mephistopheles! Der Leibhaftige!
STEP AWAY FROM THE FIRE, YOU MOTHERFUGGERS!
Ahem. Come on now, people. You know damn well that that’s not Satan so don’t embarrass me. I mean, you’d expect him to be in a pit of fire, right?
But I’m sure he’d tell some kick-ass campfire stories…
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