Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:55 pm
Lens Larque wrote:Shimmering fountains of nonsense
In a backwater belly pond.
Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:19 am
This thread reminds me a bit of something that happened years back at YMCA camp.
Ah, yes. I was but a mere child, in my early teenage years, passing through life in a repetitive and annoying manner. I had, if I remember properly, just graduated my freshmen year of high school and traveled from Arizona to Illinois with the intent of visiting my aunt. When I arrived, everything was fine, until of course I embarked on the second portion of my trip, traversing out of the Chicago metro into a small, foresty area outside of the city. There lied camp Duncan, a YMCA traditional camp (with the lake and all) nested in a beautiful, rural area. I checked in and along with the other children, we met up at the camp hall, became acquainted with the counselors and were enlightened as to what all we'd be doing over the course of the week. I wasn't extremely excited, but I tried to be as optimistic as I could about it. For the first time on the trip, I had felt okay. I went to my cabin with a counselor and entered the small building. This is where the trouble began. I had found out that the cabin I had been placed in was the tourettes syndrome cabin (Camp Duncan is known for a group of campers with the disorder that come every year and meet others who also have TS). Now, it'd be nice if I could say that these were the sort of tourettes kids who flicked their wrists from time to time, twisted their neck, blinked excessively and never really bothered anyone. Unfortunately, half the kids were very vocal, several of which in fact actually had coprolalia (the classification of tourettes where someone swears uncontrollably). It was very surreal and detrimental to the experience, and of course it was not their fault, but it was rude of the counselors not to allow me to sleep in a different cabin. Over the course of the week, I got very little sleep and became very irritated. One day, it changed for the worse like crazy. It was the second to last day of camp and I had just gotten off the blob at the lake, coming back to my cabin. When I walked in, what I found was horrifying. I saw a camp counselor lying on the floor, naked, tied up. Standing over him was one of the campers, who was reciting some sort of Hare Krishna mantra while holding in his hands the heart of another counselor. That particular counselor's body was attached to the wall, via a series of sporks. As I ran out the door, I heard what sounded like devouring sounds as well as screams. I ran to tell the camp administrator but when I entered camp hall I found him having a group orgy with 9 other camp counselors, yelling "taco night!" and simultaneously chanting the words to Rammstein's entire discography backwards.
Oh yeah, then I beat some dude in chess and got picked up by my aunt. Then I went back to Arizona and had a donut at Sky Harbor.
All and all, it was a pretty good trip.
Also, I may have exaggerated part of the story.
Ah, yes. I was but a mere child, in my early teenage years, passing through life in a repetitive and annoying manner. I had, if I remember properly, just graduated my freshmen year of high school and traveled from Arizona to Illinois with the intent of visiting my aunt. When I arrived, everything was fine, until of course I embarked on the second portion of my trip, traversing out of the Chicago metro into a small, foresty area outside of the city. There lied camp Duncan, a YMCA traditional camp (with the lake and all) nested in a beautiful, rural area. I checked in and along with the other children, we met up at the camp hall, became acquainted with the counselors and were enlightened as to what all we'd be doing over the course of the week. I wasn't extremely excited, but I tried to be as optimistic as I could about it. For the first time on the trip, I had felt okay. I went to my cabin with a counselor and entered the small building. This is where the trouble began. I had found out that the cabin I had been placed in was the tourettes syndrome cabin (Camp Duncan is known for a group of campers with the disorder that come every year and meet others who also have TS). Now, it'd be nice if I could say that these were the sort of tourettes kids who flicked their wrists from time to time, twisted their neck, blinked excessively and never really bothered anyone. Unfortunately, half the kids were very vocal, several of which in fact actually had coprolalia (the classification of tourettes where someone swears uncontrollably). It was very surreal and detrimental to the experience, and of course it was not their fault, but it was rude of the counselors not to allow me to sleep in a different cabin. Over the course of the week, I got very little sleep and became very irritated. One day, it changed for the worse like crazy. It was the second to last day of camp and I had just gotten off the blob at the lake, coming back to my cabin. When I walked in, what I found was horrifying. I saw a camp counselor lying on the floor, naked, tied up. Standing over him was one of the campers, who was reciting some sort of Hare Krishna mantra while holding in his hands the heart of another counselor. That particular counselor's body was attached to the wall, via a series of sporks. As I ran out the door, I heard what sounded like devouring sounds as well as screams. I ran to tell the camp administrator but when I entered camp hall I found him having a group orgy with 9 other camp counselors, yelling "taco night!" and simultaneously chanting the words to Rammstein's entire discography backwards.
Oh yeah, then I beat some dude in chess and got picked up by my aunt. Then I went back to Arizona and had a donut at Sky Harbor.
All and all, it was a pretty good trip.
Also, I may have exaggerated part of the story.
Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:45 am
didn't read, but stared at the text rectangle until geometric patterns appeared
Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:38 am
Lens Larque wrote:didn't read, but stared at the text rectangle until geometric patterns appeared
Now that is a fucking LOL!
Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:29 am
LOL.
Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:43 pm
What the hell dude! Awesome write up. This is the reason I use the internetz 
Sat Feb 11, 2012 4:16 am
would anyone like a pint? im buying lets all meet up , get smashed (or not) listen to cool tunes and have a splendid jolly old time
Sat Feb 11, 2012 10:00 am
vballs wrote:would anyone like a pint? im buying lets all meet up , get smashed (or not) listen to cool tunes and have a splendid jolly old time
The best post of the thread so far. Certainly the most sensible.
Sir, I like the cut of your jib
Sun Feb 12, 2012 4:28 pm
Rodheh wrote:This thread reminds me a bit of something that happened years back at YMCA camp.
That made me giggle a lot X)
Mexicola wrote:vballs wrote:would anyone like a pint? im buying lets all meet up , get smashed (or not) listen to cool tunes and have a splendid jolly old time
The best post of the thread so far. Certainly the most sensible.
Sir, I like the cut of your jib
hecks yeah, I'm in.
Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:49 pm
I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:59 pm
fujee wrote:I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
Curry? I love it when people talk dirty
'Chicken Tikka Dansaak, Saag Aloo, a Keema Naan, eleventy-seven poppadoms and a pint of Cobra if you please squire, there's a good lad.'
Again, it just trips off the tongue. Had one last night over Pompey way. Man alive it was awesome.
Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:39 pm
fujee wrote:I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
I would be so, so up for this.
Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:20 pm
Mex that sounds so good, we should definitely get one organised some day, need to find a reasonable city for everyone to drive to though, and of course a good curry house.
Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:28 pm
Twoist wrote:fujee wrote:I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
I would be so, so up for this.
I wouldn't
Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:28 pm
fujee wrote:Mex that sounds so good, we should definitely get one organised some day, need to find a reasonable city for everyone to drive to though, and of course a good curry house.
lol
Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:41 pm
warphead wrote:Twoist wrote:fujee wrote:I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
I would be so, so up for this.
I wouldn't
OK. I'll cross you off the list then, yes?
Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:03 pm
Mexicola wrote:warphead wrote:Twoist wrote:fujee wrote:I really want a curry and pub night out with some UK twoismers, I reckon that would be a laugh
I would be so, so up for this.
I wouldn't
OK. I'll cross you off the list then, yes?
It's cool. More curry and BoC for the rest of us.
Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:09 am
It was fun.
The outcome of this thread: A thread will most likely popup in the Playground section where the UK based twoismers will setup a meeting.
The outcome of this thread: A thread will most likely popup in the Playground section where the UK based twoismers will setup a meeting.