Camp just called me a funky, fat, fat, fat lion-breath animal. Hmm. Then he said that he hates me and wishes I were dead. He hasn’t pounded on or kicked his locked door yet though, so I feel like I’m getting a pretty good deal. 🙂
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YIKES DUDE. Good luck with that…Oh wittababycampers.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve Ann! YAHOO
Call him a butt mustache. That is one is always a dagger.
Lump of Coal.
Lump of dump
JAYKAY
lump of groggy grank gree gree, weh.
You really didn't think you were going to get that super duper cool stunt show for free did you? You gotta pay up!