Pick-Up Lines

These are pick-up lines that used to work back in the day.

I would go up to a woman in the bar, drop a cashew on the floor and then step on it. I would then say to the unsuspecting woman: "Baby you're so fine, you just made me bust a nut"

Your ass is like a dryer at a laundrymat... I just want to dump a load in it. :-)

This one would always work: "Your titties are like ice cream ... I just wanna lick 'em"

Hope this makes someone laugh today!

The Day John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Was Banned

I was 11 years old the last time I heard the entire Camp sing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt". We were in the Dining Hall during lunch, and singing songs, which was customary until Dick came out to make announcements. Of course, whenever we sang this song, one or two campers would always substitute the word Schmidt with Shit, but, no one really seemed to notice or care. This day was different, as the entire Camp [perhaps Midgets excluded] replaced Schmidt with Shit. At the time [and still now] it was freakin' hillarious, especially when we all hummed the last verse and ended the song with an enormous roar ..."SHIT". Dick, needless to say, was enraged (and justifiably so). After the midgets were escorted out of the Dining Hall, Dick let us have it, and the song was never heard again.

I want answers! and you better give 'em!!!

When I first went to camp, you could see all the way down to the bottom of the lake. Why did that change? Why did all of the names get painted-over in the cabins? ... That was a lot of history erased (shame, shame, shame). Who was Doc Simmons, and why did they name the Chapel after him? Who threw the rock that hit the lady in the head? Alright, I know the answer to this one-- do you? ;-) Does anyone find it ironic that we celebrated the Sabbath every Friday when we were going to a YMCA [young men's christian association] Camp? Was it really politically correct to call the youngest campers midgets? I think it would've been more appropriate to say "little people". What were the names of the three lovelies abandoned on camp grounds? Can you really call two piss-stained chairs, a broken window and a three-legged pool table with only 6 pool balls a lounge? [Bascomb Lounge that is]. Can anyone really rationalize why Mark wouldn't give Travis a second chance? Best unanswered question: Was Dick really Crazy Dan? If you say no -- prove it!

The best answer to all of the above questions is: WGAS-- we undeniably had good times that will last a lifetime!!

Hail Camp Frank A. Day!!! [by the way, who hell is Frank Day]

How do make a tissue dance?

Put a little boogie in it!!!!

Roller Boogie

I rember skate night at camp. It was 1979. What Kind of Fool, by Barry Gibb and Barbera Streisand was playing. The night was dark, and the spotlight shined on me as I roller skated past all the foxy chicks checking me out in my all white jump suit -- my chest hair was showing, my headband was full of sweat, and my hairdryed fro was blowing in the wind.

Damn those were good times!


Wuh?

Sailing, Takes me away to where I'm going ....

Random thoughts looming in my mind on a Friday at 4:00 p.m. --I learned how to sail at Camp! I want to going Sailing, Mark -- I want to go sailing -- I want to go sailing, Mark -- I want to go sailing.

Good Ole Friendly Dishwashin'

--- annie? .... annie? .... annnie? ..... annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie? ... WHAT NEIL ... behind. Hey Grimesy --Dan works here now --- WE QUIT--- "WO --O---O- --O --- OH! WO --O--O -O--OH! ......LISTEN UP EVERYBODY IF YOU WANNA TAKE A CHANCE, JUST GET OFF THE FLOOR AND DO THE MIKE GRIMES DANCE ---HANGIN' TOUGH --ERRRRRRRRRRUH!!!

Great times at the Cape!

In the immortal words of BAMF "yah right, I'm worried, I just don't want the riffs comin' down on my head" ----Reluctant Captain "they're looking for us REMMMMMMMMMMMMMEMBER! -- "FOR WHAT?" C


What does this have to do with camp? WGAS! I don't!!!!

Bays

Smooth

I recall an evening at the pits where we scored a bottle of chocolate something or another. Three of us made it to the pits earlier than the fourth friend. Call it greed, call assinine, call it as you will -- we opted to drink that chocolate liquor [or most of it] prior to the fourth person showing up. Not too sure if he got it for us, but, if he did -- sucked to be him [and that would make us jerks { not the first time nor the last} but -- anywho, with much haste we filled the chocolate liquor bottle with soda -- and passed it to our fourth buddy when he arrived. He took huge gulps continuing to state how smooth it was. After several bouts of almost crapping our pants [trying to prevent ourselves from laughing] we finally told him what we did. Surprisingly enough, he was cool about it.

Anyway, that night was better than the night we mixed Jack Daniels with McDonald Chocolate Shakes-- Thanks Goldie

Hey reluctant-- remember when we went to the movies on the dayoff? Something about taking someone's schwib? -- You can tell that story!