Kearney2

DAY 2
You�d think people achieve some sort of maturity as they reach the age of 16, that was definitely not apparent I think it was the first signs of the one we would know as �Mills P.� Maybe it was Mills trying to fuck Mu up the ass, or the combined insulting of Vince Cooney, AKA Mom, we once again proved once and for all, that no matter what age you are, you can never get enough mansex. One other point, never bunk with Dinu. He�s always fooling around, and when he�s on the top bunk of a rickety bunk; it�s really hard to concentrate on sleeping. The next morning was pretty uneventful and boring. Deciding to be a dumbass, I woke up at 6:00am. Nothing like sitting around doing jack squat in the morning. Eventually, everyone else woke up, (with a little help with me), and we started our brief journey to the Dining hall. One small point about the boys I�d like to mention. Some of them spend more time in the bathroom than girls, or that�s at least my opinion. All that gelling and shaving, buncha faggots the whole lot of �em. One other thing, Mu�s electric shaver blows big time. Nothing like seeing his stubble sprinkled all over the sink. Breakfast was lacking something that was badly needed. I think it was the skill of a good cook. I don�t know if the chef�s crack eggs blindfolded, with their hands up their asses, but would it kill them to at least remove some of the eggshells? Nothing like a slimy on the inside, eggshell filled omelette to fill your innards in the morning. The jam was also pretty disgusting. It should have been deemed a toxic biohazard. Actually I though it was trying to communicate with me. Perhaps the best part was the loaf of home baked bread that kicked ass. After filling our bellies we went down to the lake to start our first lessons in how to use a canoe. I had the extreme pleasure of having Mu as a partner. After practising some of the different strokes on the docks we finally were able to enter the canoe. One minor point I would like to mention. We were both minding our own business, pleasantly paddling around in circles when all of a sudden, and we hit a snag. Well actually it was a pair of flotation borders, and this got me cracking up. For some odd reason this prompted Mu to splash me with his paddle. What a nice guy, I�ll probably catch pneumonia and die. After a couple moments to reconcile our differences, we finally got it together and were able to travel in a straight direction. Of course we then had to get out to simulate tipping over. I feel that some of the realism was lost in the simulation. Maybe it was because we had to scream and flail our arms in like two feet of dirty water, and beneath us was a layer of sludge probably made of the toxic runoff from the friendly people at Dupont. It�s really hard to feign danger when you know there�s slime oozing between your toes, or was it partially dissolved goose crap� I�m not so sure if this really happened you�d probably need to ask one of the participants, but apparently, Derek, Francis, and Eugene were supposed to tip over, but Derek hopped out earlier, and forced the rest to jump out. Excellent co-ordination boys! Remind me to go dancing with y�all sometime. Lunch, compared to breakfast kicked ass. Of course that isn�t saying much. We started our repast with a delightful soup that reminded me very much of a diluted week old spaghetti and bile. Next was a delightful salad a la food processor, and sandwiches made from leftover trip probably from some Chinese restaurant. The worst part was there was no Mayo. NO MAYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dinu, (my hero) asked for some Mayo, and lookie here! The buggers were holding out. Of course following the current trends, the Mayo sucked! In some warped attempt to appear more refined or something, the added Worcester sauce or something. What a buncha retards! The weather group then presented the forecast.

No offence, but my ass could do a better job. Attempting to do a puppet show, Charlotte and Dinu spent the next couple of minutes torturing our ears with their babbling. After lunch we went to the Moose room properly titled because of the huge severed mammalian head nailed to a wall. We then participated in a brief brainstorming session to determine what we needed. Several ideas included and anti-gay serum, morphine and bear traps. The only thing that saved the moment were the pillows and air conditioning. If you ask Mu, he might tell you that I sat on about 8 pillows and squashed them flat. That is a complete exaggeration� It was more like 14. We then started packing for our excursion. Nothing like carrying an instrument of torture on your back. Slight side step. As I�m writing, Mills and Stark are turning into gay pornstars. Nothing like watching a skinny white guy in a pink bathing suit, undulating, while a black guy is looking on with pleasure while asking for his mom. Ok back to action. Dinner was pretty good. Chicken and Uncle Ben�s. Desert was the best. Consisting of a platter of brownies and other thingies. The thingie was so hard I was able to knock on the table with them. The bread as usual was excellent, and I consumed about one and a half loafs. After dinner it was time for our weather report. I thought Dinu�s was pretty bad, but I think we took the cake. Featuring the dancing talents of Mu and I, Andrew then proceeded to read the report. As an added incentive, Mu started a brief although horrific strip tease. Nuff said. After we had a little bit of free time. Nothing like a bit of male bonding. Well it was more like male bondage. Let�s see� What happened�? Ah yes. In a flash of glory, the heavens opened, the cries of the suffering falling upon deaf ears� No wait that never happened, although Shylar pantsed Cooney. And there was the informative debate between Mills and Cooney about each other�s mom. Of course Andrew just happened to have a page of these in his pocket, and shared vital knowledge like �your mom is so stupid, she got fired from a blow job." This was also the start of the �Green apple splatters� epidemic. Victims like Derek, Kevin, James, Andrew, Mills and Myself managed to make everyone else as miserable as possible. I managed to visit the facilities about 13 times. Writers note: That number would change to 18 at the end of the day. After our free time, we went to the moose room. We were treated with a pre-school presentation of on wolves. As juvenile as it was, I still thought it was pretty interesting, and fully enjoyed the different conversations like how wearing a towel on your head makes you more civilised than other animals. After that we went back up the lookout hill. Ho hum. Anticipating another boring moment, I made one brief stop at the bathroom, and blandly followed the pack to the top. To say that I was astonished would be an understatement. You might hear people raving about wicked computer graphics and 19 inch monitors (MO), with 1024X840 pixelization and all the other jazzy bits like a sub woofer and surround sound. That all means shit compared to the scene that was observed. To properly describe the view without turning into a sappy nature documentary would be impossible, but I can definitely say that it was the closest to religious reverence that I ever achieved. Or maybe it was the call of the porcelain throne. Anyways, the rest of the night was passed playing cards and sleeping.