Mar 23, 2006, 02:30 AM
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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.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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