(true story alert)On one memorable(unfortunatly for all the wrong reasons) my school took my year camping in Buxton. This was meant to be a team-building cure for all those city girls who were scared of sheep and mud. It had been raining non stop for the past week so, by the time we pitched our tents we were knee-deep in what intellegant people call quagmire but is actually a sort of brown sludge with bits of grass in it. The tents were 1 person tents at the most and we were four to a tent. As we were pitching our tents in the thick, muddy soup, a copy of Twilight fell out of someones bag. Instantly ruined beyong repair, it was chucked in the garbage.*
and not a word wasted.
*there is another thing about this trip that has to do whith why I'm NEVER EVER camping AGAIN: (Tents/eeewww....i think lucy wet the bed...)
Ok...my real one: bagels/ disco balls
I'm going to need a swat team, ready to mobilize, street maps covering the whole of florida, a pot of coffee, 12 jammy dodgers and A FEZ.