On my way out of the theater (having just seen The Dark Knight Rises) a girl happened to be picking out all these tiny little issues with the movie. I’ve gotta say, it was pretty awesome.
So, over the last few weeks, the other members of the camp’s head staff and I have been planning Color War, a three day competition where the entire camp is split up into two teams.
After a barrage of fireworks and a burning “CW” sign, Color War just broke about two hours ago!
Over the next few days, these guys are going to experience hurt, pain, bad blood, super sadness, etc.
There is another thing that they will have to contend with: me.
During the night, a few counselors from each team stay up to paint banners, complete rosters, write Armenian skits, and what-have-you. Generally, doing all this work in a tent out in the middle of the woods is pretty scary.
It’ll be even scarier when I show up around 3am unannounced and start scratching at their tents…
Back in the day, when I happened to be a Color War General (team leader) I spent the first night of Color War painting my team’s flag. Since I was going without sleep, I was pretty sloppy and got paint all over my hands.
Normally, this isn’t a problem, a bit of soap and it’s gone.
Unfortunately, soap (and showers) are not afforded to generals during the war.
To my incredible luck, nature called while I was painting and I had to step out into the woods to relieve myself.
Which I did.
With super paint covered hands.
Upon realizing that my genitals were covered in paint, I yelled out into the cool, crisp mountain night, “THERE’S PAINT ON MY DICK!”
Oh, camp… what lovely memories you gave me…