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[fuckyou_chorus]

[It's Boxing Day, Camp Fuck U Die! What does this mean?

Well, not a lot really. Unless you were looking forward to eating breakfast. Then all you're going to encounter is a box with your name on it and a helpful directive to put all of your rubbish into it before you get to eat. In fact, even if you make food this morning before filling the box

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[needsahandjob]

[this sure is a silent battle of wills.

unfortunately telekinesis is no match to camp generated plot devices.]

[needsahandjob]

We just didn't call you on it.

[justwannahave]

Yeah right--takes one to know one.

[needsahandjob]

I don't lie anywhere near as much as you. Also now you're acting like a little kid.

[justwannahave]

At least you admitted it, Mr. Straightforward-Answers. And I am as young as I feel.

[needsahandjob]

Five?

[justwannahave]

I will accept that as a compliment from someone who knows what it's like to be five.

[needsahandjob]

Oh great. That the best you can come up with?

[justwannahave]

It's early and we both haven't had breakfast yet. Besides, I'm not the one to look for a fight after Christmas.

[needsahandjob]

You just started one.

[justwannahave]

One of us is antagonistic and grumpy while the other is known for being cheerful. I don't think I started anything more than a conversation.

[verydurable]

What's wrong with the box?

[needsahandjob]

I don't like being told what to do.

[verydurable]

Right, right . . . but it's just picking up trash.

[needsahandjob]

I already did that.

[verydurable]

Oh. Well then what's the point?