By request, I'm picking up close to where we left off last week. Brit pulled a very old--and dirty--bottle of rum from behind her back and looked excited enough to drink it.
~ Appalled, I eye the nasty bottle. “You aren’t honestly going to drink that, are you?”
“Not just me. You, me and Brad!” Brit says, pointing to each of us.
I sigh. “Let’s get to the next camp site before we do anything illegal.”~
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
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Sounds like they're going to have some fun! Great six!
ReplyDeleteha! I love this! Says so much about their characters. Great six!
ReplyDeleteExcellent six.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a camping trip I took with my biology class in college. We were counting trees or something, but you can guess how the evening ended, LOL! (Still gagging over the old rum, lol.)
ReplyDeletePoor Brad! LOL Nice six.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see someone's got some common sense
ReplyDeleteI can't remember if this is a YA or not, but at least it's not Boone's Farm Strawberry! They probably don't even make that anymore -- no one over 18 would drink it!
ReplyDelete"Why is the rum gone?" At least it had class. ;)
ReplyDeleteNow I wonder if they make it, lol. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone, for the wonderful comments. I've been running around all day today. :-)
ReplyDeleteROFL!! Sounds like a good plan
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