Went to Seattle for few days for pleasure. We had fun but what a pain in the ass. I was getting worried about the fun to cost ratio when we woke up one morning and there was 3 feet of a plumbers snake waiving around in the shower, and on the end was a Horton hears a Who puff of pubs, and drain mung.

Now I don't know about you... But that is exactly why I go on vacation and pay to much money for a hotel room. Well that and the DNA samples.. Lousy 20/20 and there in depth study of disgusting hotel rooms. Where are you supposed to go to get away. We tried to go camping last year. didn't plan far enough ahead and had to rough it. Usually no big deal. UNLESS YOU GET some kind of food poisoning. I spent 20 out of 24 hours fertilizing the woods . and when I thought it was over and I could get some sleep. some dumb kids with food poisoning hiked out of the hills and needed a ride to the hospital. So.... My ass is sore as hell. like prison rape sore. its cold. its damp. dark.. like black dark... I got stupid dogs running around the woods like werewolves. and now stupid sick strangers who want to throw up in my truck for the next 2hr while i drive them to town. I get back to camp cold damp and sore. in the morning we cant have fire and when i was in town I forgot matches. no coffee. so F it. I'm going back to town. I get to the walmart and find a Michal Jordan Shoe $200 muddy shoe in the bed of the truck. I think I'll never see them douch bags again... screw'em. So i pitched the shoe.... do my shopping. go back to camp. make breakfast. and proceed to get drunk..... now im dirty, fat, stinky, damp, drunk etc.etc.etc.... when a truck pulls up. the stupid dogs go nuts.... and mind you we are in the rough. no camp spots... got now idea who this is... or how the hell they found us. It's the Douche bags, and their parents. They drove out to thank me. or at least kind of faked it. They wanted his shoe... So now I gotta stand there in a drunken George Castanza moment and tell them I never saw a muddy shoe... as we all stand there and stare at a muddy foot print in the bed of truck. dogs running around barking, digging holes, snatching birds from the air and shaking them until there bald... and dead.. It was deliverance moment. Awesome... I love camping.