Back home from Boyscouts and boy, are my arms tired.

From strangling the little cretins. Actually, they were generally good. Most of them. Well, except one who will go nameless other than his nickname, "Old Troutloser".

Best part of camp was shooting 50 cal black powder rifles.

Worst part: the food.

Question: "How many ways can one serve the same chili in one week?

Answer: 3 ways. Don't ask.