
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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The tree you put your tent up next to isn't there in the morning. How the fuck I managed to get asleep that night is beyond me.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2005, 22:10, Reply)
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