Bad Signs, Cont.

(H/T @NamelessCynic on the Twitter machine)


I swear to Dawg, my own father made that joke on a Boy Scouts camping trip.

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2 Responses to Bad Signs, Cont.

  1. Dennis Cole says:

    When they invited me to become a Boy Sprout, at a tender young age of 9 or 10, (WEBELOS!) I had to think about it. I mean, sure, let’s us yutes go camping with a bunch of old farts who like to take young boys far off into the woods, pitch some tents, raise some “tent poles,” conduct “secret ceremonies,” and engage in some rope-tying skills, with a little “wilderness survival techniques” thrown in for good measure. (Those WERE valuable, btw, and still come in handy to this day)

    I made Eagle at 14, with 65 Merit Badges, (and no molestations,) but at that time, you had to be 16 to make Eagle. They encouraged me to continue racking up the Badges, till I was old enough, but by then I was noticing les femmes, and had no desire to go messin around in the woods with those creepy old basterds any longer.


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