Age of Summerhood Page #2

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W-why are we doing this?

One way ticket to status babe.

One way ticket home Pie-hole.

I'm out.

I'm cold.

Warm-up.

How?

Piss yourself.

C'mon, we're in the field,

soldier.

Guys, this is bad

for my arthritis.

Shhh.

Something's happening.

Your swordplay's

impressive Sir Careless.

Toosh.

Whoa. Careless!

Put the pagan fire out now.

Now!

What did you do!

Help me with this stuff.

Help me!

Grab the papers please!

In the morning lights

Feels so good

By me

It could be so right

You and me tonight

God, I hope you're slutty.

Make me do anything you want

Hey, uh.

Is that your sister

with Careless?

Yeah.

They work together.

Mazel Tov.

Make me do anything you want

Sir Careless.

Your mischief has no place here.

Yield, and I shall

spare this filthy harlot.

A little close.

Abe, would you care

to join us on the bridge?

What?

What do you want?

Hooray, "it's a boy".

How can you tell?

Will you make my death swift?

No.

But it'll be wet.

That guy was crazy.

A real camp legend.

Every year, something nuts.

Usually...

no pants.

And something once

I think with a bucket.

Remember this day swine!

Into the drink.

That my friends...

is a legend.

Can we go now?

Engage.

Toast.

What did you do?

I'm warm now.

Awful.

Oh god, man.

Aw!

Back off.

Reckless, lets' fly.

Sh*t!

50 kids had tried.

And 50 kids had failed.

Impressive.

This is gonna suck.

But nobody I think

just ran for it.

And for one brief moment...

Success!

Sort of.

Woo!

Ah, how's that water?

That was an expensive stunt,

Careless,

and it's gonna cost you.

I saw this once

in a horror film.

Kids fall asleep and get

terrorized by monsters.

I'd prefer monsters.

But Mother Nature protected

her favorites.

Evolving some beyond torture.

Take Mud for example.

Albert Mud, was a bed-pisser.

A dirty defensive bed-pisser.

The Venus flytrap of preteen.

But he'd rarely pee his own bed.

You see, Mud was also

sleepwalker.

A defensive, sleepwalking

bed-pisser.

A troubling combination.

But how if so,

can you blame him?

The best defense

was always a good offense.

Mitch's parents

were germaphobes.

He was sent to camp

with only white clothing.

This way, you could see

the germs.

Where's Reckless?

He's a prisoner of war.

Too bad.

Oh...

Oh, Sleeping Beauty?

Hi-ho, what's for dinner?

A**hole.

Relax man.

There's nothing left to clean.

Plus, I'm a legend now.

Oh yeah, they'll make

gold statues of your finger.

Oh yeah?

Well here's one.

And here's your Walkman back.

Auto-reverse is boss.

Hey what's on the mic?

Sorry.

So you're girlfriend

comes tomorrow, huh?

We're pen pals, yeah.

Make babies?

Oh, relax homo,

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