A tent in a forest.

Things I Have Shouted While Camping

On September 12th, 2016 in SHOUTING

YUP. THERE ARE INDEED NO DOORS HERE. DEFINITELY OUT OF DOORS.

WE ARE IN THE WILDERNESS AND THERE IS –STILL– NO PARKING.

WHAT IS THAT NOISE?

THOSE ARE THE WEIRDEST DUCKS I HAVE EVER SEEN.

YES I WAS FOR SURE KIDDING AND DEFINITELY HAVE SEEN A QUAIL BEFORE THIS MOMENT.

IT’S A POOP HOLE.

WE ARE SO DANG RUGGED RIGHT NOW.

LUKE WARM FOOD IS DELICIOUS AND DEFINITELY NOT GROSS.

WE FORGOT THE COFFEE. SO, THIS IS HOW I DIE.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BLUE JAYS EAT BABY QUAIL? BAN BLUE JAYS.

CONFIRMED: PURPLE MOUNTAINS ARE MAJESTIC.

NO I WILL NOT STOP PRETENDING TO BE GANDALF EVERY TIME I USE A WALKING STICK.

WHY DO QUAIL SOUND LIKE THEY SWALLOWED A GROAN TUBE REED?

THESE TREES ARE SO PRETTY.

THESE TREES ARE BLOCKING MY VIEW.

THESE TREES ARE FULL OF BUGS. NO. NO THANK YOU AT ALL, PLEASE.

LOOK AT THAT HEAD FEATHER. IDIOT QUAILS STILL DRESSING LIKE IT’S THE ROARING TWENTIES OR SOMETHING.