In this picture, Bob (off camera) farted, Lisa's choking to death from it and his own Mom had to get the hell away. :D
Actually, the smoke (from the fire, not Bob and me having cigars) was moving in every direction and bothering everyone.
Well, no weekend of camping (and my Birthday weekend) would be complete unless I had a couple of cigars, so I here I am.
Sunday night, Bob, Lisa, Kim and I went to the "Terror in the Trees" or something like that in Springville. It was okay, but I didn't do so well with the strobe lights. I kept hiding my head in my sweater as everyone told me Scotty, strobes ahead. I think that the funniest part of that was the fact that Lisa kept telling everyone popping out of the woods that she was gonna cut them and make them bleed.
While we were going back to the campsite, I drove Bob's truck 'cause I wasn't feeling to well, so thanks to my Springville driving skillz, we went by this one house that had every single Halloween blowup lawn decoration EVER made.
Bob took Kim and Lisa's picture in front of all the stuff.
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