Greg, Steve and I decided to escape the brutal August heat by camping out in my backyard in our big Lake Thunderbird tent. I’m not sure why tents amp up the goofiness of 12-year-old boys, but they do by about a million percent.
The first time Steve cut a major cheese, I lit a match and the burnt smell quickly overpowered the “bean bouquet”. But things escalated quickly.
Every time Steve would drop another fart bomb, Greg would spray the Off!, I’d slash the billowing fart-smoke-and-mosquito-repellent cloud with my Dad’s WWII bayonet, everyone would flash their flashlights and we’d all die laughing.
If our lungs hadn’t been cauterized by riding our bikes behind Norman’s DDT-spraying Jeep, none of us would have survived...
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