Shampoo Week
Shampoo Week draws to a close today. It was fun. We lathered; we rinsed; we learned about ourselves and each other; we made new friends; we really came out of our shells; we mustered the will to give that extra push and win the canoe race; we had our first kiss; we tried that fancy, French-sounding mustard. Yes, this was truly a summer camp to remember.
I hope to see you all again next year! Or Monday. That’d be better.
Don’t forget about Mountain Time Jack-o’-lanterns!
Best Shampoo Week ever.
All together now. Gahhhhhhhhhh
IT’S SHAM. IT’S POO. IT’S A SHAMPOO. YOU’LL LOVE IT. You know, Shampoo week needs a mascot. Christmas has Santa and Thanksgiving has a Turkey. What do we get?
Ixcaliber: I know!
Albino: Are you a zombie?
Joe: Um… Felicia Day? Maybe the demon platypus? A bottle of shampoo? This one is for the masses to figure out.
Wait, hang on, do you know me? I invented air whales (called them “sky whales”) when I was very young, and I’ve always commented on how my key-hider looks like dog crap. I’m just going to assume this is a very normal coincidence…
I asked my brain: Do I know Anonymous?
It got mad.
Nope, not yet isto. Just giving proper response to a bad erm hilarious joke.
I could swear it was ‘sky-blue water’ but.. considering the intelligence of this comic I’m going to trust you over the morons that live here.. THERE. I mean there.. nobody heard me say I live here.. <_<
Wait, summercamp? I thought it was an audition for the part of camp counselor in the Shakespeare play : Dave the tap dancing beaver. That explains why everyone laughed at my baby blue five winged squirrel costume. Oh well at least that hot female counselor was more than willing to bend my walrus.