This past weekend I was at a “family camp” near Yosemite. My wife and I bunked with another couple. A delightful couple. The woman lent us bug juice. Can you imagine that? A complete stranger. “My bug juice is your bug juice!” She had such a charming accent.
The guy snored like Thor trying to swallow a walrus through his nose. Around 6 am I swear to gawd I heard a pop, and I looked over, and his head was like a normal head, only it had an entire walrus inside it.
My walrus blues
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3 responses to “My walrus blues”
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a bit concerned about quotated use for “family camp”. like referring to guantanamo bay as “recreation and rehabilitation retreat”. or W as “easy going bowling buddy”. both spell doom.
and, and, you accepted their “bug juice”? no wonder you had walrus visions. detox now. -
Maybe one of the funniest things I’ve heard in awhile…LOL…though Thor never fought a walrus I’ll let you go on that…it was beta ray bill actually with the walrus vibe
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Be thankful you’ve never shared a cabin with me.
BTW, even though I use the stuff copiously when called for, it took awhile for me to realize that “bug juice” is to keep them away, not actually made from them.
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