Cub Scout Trip
When I was about 9 years old, my cub scout group organized a camping trip near a local forest. We had an awesome first day putting up tents and 'exploring' the local area.

It started getting dark and our supervisor told us that we would be 'ambushing' the other group of cubs near some old huts by the big lake. We walked for ages to get to the lake, and by this time it was pitch black, with only torches for guidance. The ambush went well and we managed to spook the other group successfully. We then had to walk back.

Tired and a little nervous, we were split into groups and headed home across the sandy scrubland. My group had about 5 of us with the supervisor leading the way. After half an hour of awkward torchlit walking through the middle of nowhere, we heard a baby crying.

Our leader stopped us and told us to keep together and move quickly. Up ahead was an old parked car with its inside light on. As we passed, I looked in to see a half-naked black dude, with his eyes closed, reclined in the driver seat with a screaming baby on his chest.

I know its not that weird thinking back on it, but the nine year old me was shitting bricks.

Did I get any sleep that week?...did I fuck.
( PointlessCamel Last one on drugs is a queer., Fri 24 Jul 2009, 3:23, Reply)