Camping.... Torture... It's About the Same Thing

 I've been on several camp-outs now, and they confuse me. The point of them is to get in tune with nature, so of course campers have to bring half there belongings. People don't even seem to like it, I mean half of what they do is complain about the bugs, heat, humidity, rocks, lack of air conditioning and flushing toilets, possums constantly stealing there food, the total lack of porcupines, and the constant asteroid bombardment -- wait, that only happens on my planet.

One of people's favorite things to do on camp-outs is hiking, which is where you walk and walk and walk and walk and walk and walk with a pack filled with camp-food. The food is confusing too.
Sometimes campers bring M.R.E.s, aka, plastic that will never go bad because not even mold will eat it, or they can heat a can of cold beans until it's a warm can of cold beans. Plus, the pizza delivery guy doesn't deliver into the woods. One guy did brave the hike, but the bear got the tip... and the pizza... and the... I'm never ordering pizza in the woods again.

If you ever go camping, do the smart thing and rent a hotel room. It's cheaper than the tent, the camping bed, the stove, and the hospital bills. May Gadareon fortune stay with you, and the pizza delivery guy always find your door.

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