Who is/was in the BSA?

Any Boy Scouts (past or present) here? If so, what rank and what troop?

I was in the scouts, Troop 290, for about 7 years. I made Eagle with Bronze Plam. It was a great experiance for me, I learned alot, made alot of friends (who I still keep in touch with even now, years latter), and set alot of stuff on fire. Good times...

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Eagle 4 palms, 1 National Jamboree, 1 Philmont, 1 Boundary Waters (actually a different place...same idea), JLTC newb (like 6 years of staffin'), 3 camp staffs (Greater St. Louis Area motherfuckers!).

etc.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Once and Eagle always an Eagle. Troop 70, Del-Mar-Va Council. Worked at Camp Rodney for a good number of years.

I don't advertise the Eagle thing though, I still think it's dorky to be a scout, and like hardly of my fellow scouts (that I've met).

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Surrounded by Eagle scouts - I made Star before hockey started taking up 5 days a week, and I dropped scouts. But yeah - good friends, learned lots

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Tenderfoot - 7 months.

We spent more time talking about camping and earning badges than doing any activities that would involve camping and earning badges. So I said "fuck this" and devoted my time to video games instead. I've yet to look back in regret.

The highlight of my experience with the BSA was sleeping over at the church rectory, then waking at 5AM to make 5,000 pizzas for charity. The assembly line work sucked ass, but we were given unlimited donuts and orange juice, and a lot of us snacked on the pepperoni too.

What made the experience totally awesome was that many of us learned that pepperoni and orange juice do not mix well in the digestive tract. By noon, we were all ripping the most obnoxious, rancid farts imaginable. They all smelled like rotten eggs. We had to open all the doors and windows and took very frequent breaks to keep from gagging.

I went home that evening, satisfied in the knowledge that although the work was tiresome and I had a gutache, hundreds of people would be eating pizza covered in a light layer of atomized poop molecules. That was worth every moment of labor.

I was speaking idiomatically.

I made Star before my schedule got too hectic and I dropped it in favor of other things that interested me more. I consider it a valuable experience, however.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I was a Boy Scout for about a month before I realized it was for complete nerds. Seriously, Eagle Scouts just got ridiculed in high school.

Plus now that I'm a fag, wouldn't I be banned.

How ya doing, buddy?

I was in canadian Boy scouts, though I was never really interested. It was one of those "you gotta do something" things.

I stopped going after the "Wolf Cub" stage. (In Canadian Boy Scouts, the first two rank groups are Beavers and Wolf Cubs).

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Sadly, I never made it to Boy Scouts. Towards the end of Cub Scouts, it started getting dull. It just wasn't fun anymore, mostly because of all the things I would have had to do to get the final badge. I still have the trophy from the last thing I did as a Cub Scout...

Jam it back in, in the dark.

When I lived in Detroit, I was part of an awesome Boy Scout troop, #1682.
The activites were bountiful, the accountability was strong, the fellowship was rich. All of it was awesome, and there I reached all the way to 2nd class (woo -_- )
And then we moved to Grand Rapids, where the only troops in the area were idiotic cocky fucktards who earned merit badges by getting lectures from some old guy teaching from a dry-erase board, and all, I mean ALL trips were biking trips. There was not a single outing that did not involved biking in some way.
Prissy Grand Rapids pricks...

There's nowhere I can't reach.

When I turned 18, I was a Star scout. I helped eight fellow scouts (three are good friends) get their Eagle rank, and none of them helped me. The scoutmaster and the other adults didn't care much to help me either, so I was pretty destined to fail from the beginning.

I had some great times in boy scouts. I remember heavy drug trafficking and use through our troop, but most of that left by the time I was leaving. Besides that, I remember doing a lot of camping in Wisconsin and West Michigan.

...and on an unrelated note, Fjordor, I can't say I ever had to LIVE in Grand Rapids, but my friends who had served contracts out there all agree that something is definitely wrong in Grand Rapids. I hate to generalize an entire city like that, but when everybody agrees, it is hard to argue.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I made it to Star. Troop 125. I then made a big move and I just deopped it.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?