Attention campers!
While your black-out goggles prevent you from seeing it, the camp has a new look. I won't spoil the surprise by telling you what the theme is, think of it as an incentive, something to keep you going while you wait for your country's pitful lawyers to find a loophole in the whole "War on Terror doesn't fall under the geneva convention so we'll film the prisoners being fucked by goats if we like" thing. The only clue I'll give you is this....
Some people like to samba
the macarena too
They love Jazz Hands in New Orleans
the Waltz by the Danube blue
But these people are not interior designers so I didn't hire them.
Dinner today will be roasted brisket of Harry Potter who was thrown on the fire for OOC talk and for use of internal monologue. Tastius Greatium!
And in case you're wondering, by killing off the reasoning part of Bob's brain - which we recovered from that car accident - and then wiring it up to a transistor radio and VCR using my skillz, a pair of wire-snips and a nerd-getting-ready-for-the-showdown montage from an 80's horror movie, I have created a psychic intercom.
Or have I? Maybe you're just going mad and hearing voices? Boogaboogabooga!
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