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"What's that, Skip? The OP is a faggot?"
But the most memorable part of the Jervis Bay camp:
On the second evening, a family from Nowra that included 4 older teenage sons, had nabbed the BBQ that I’d used the night before, however it had two cooking plates, so they called me over to let me know that I could use the other half of the BBQ, and we got into traveler chatting.
The eldest son though, 20-21 or so, was a complete fucking flake– the archetypal retard streetkid-- who made the night /interesting/...
There was his trying to enlist my help to convince his mother that illegal recreational drugs like shrooms weren’t bad and weren't damaging him at all... ("I smoke 4 cones a day, and I'm not a spastic looser!!"... -_-)
And his making a $10 bet that he could drink an entire ($40) bottle of bourbon in 3 hours... He’d only made it through a 1/3 of the bottle before he became stupidly-dangerous drunk and wouldn’t calm down– at one point he took my hatchet and started flailing it wildly trying to split a large log for firewood, and in the usual retarded drunk way, absolutely wouldn’t listen to anyone telling him to stop.
Then he wanted everyone to give their approval for a trashy female friend of his…
No-one could leave until he'd cooked the Crispy Bacon...
