Camping With Daddy.... Good Times or Tragedy?
So this week I have to take to precious days off work to go camping with Daddy. They are precious days because I will not have a job in about three weeks therefore no money. Earlier this summer Daddy bought a camper (ok it's basically just a shell, him and Bro built everything on the inside). He is all excited to go. Me, him and Dog. Shit. Daddy and I are very much alike. Which means when together (especially if just the two of us) things either go amazingly well or blow up on us. No one really ever knows how it will turn out. Of course I'm already predicting the worse. Say hi to copious amounts of liquor, T. It should be a very interesting two days. I'm a little scared.