Last night, a thunderstorm blew up and we sat outside the camp for a long time watching the lightning in the distance. It was cool because we could see so far away and the lightning looked kind of pinkish for some reason, seeming to stretch upwards, sideways, and every which direction. Vandy and some of the other guys built a campfire and we sat around it enjoying the show.

We thought Anita was the grandmother-guised wolf from Little Red Riding Hood, then decided on bewitched churchmouse from Cinderella

Um, yeah...
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reminds me of Meet the Parents when Robert De Niro says "I've got nipples, Greg, can you milk me?"
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