(Untitled)

[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

Comments

[needsahandjob]

[this sure is a silent battle of wills.

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

[needsahandjob]

In what?

[verydurable]

. . . that's a pretty confused box. What are you supposed to put in it?

[needsahandjob]

It's just messing with me now.

[verydurable]

Well that's pointless.

[needsahandjob]

Because there's so much here with a point.

[verydurable]

Hmph.

[yeah, well. tossing a napkin in there]

[needsahandjob]

You're going to need that for your own box.

[verydurable]

Maybe I'll just put my box in your box, huh!

[needsahandjob]

[...yeah that makes him laugh]

[verydurable]

[s-sigh]

Well, forget it.

[needsahandjob]

All right.

[verydurable]

So, uh. How are you doing?

[needsahandjob]

...better than I was.

[verydurable]

Better, huh? I'll take it.

[needsahandjob]

Yeah. It wasn't a really great time.