me and my good drinking buddies have a tradition every memorial day weekend. every memorial day we find a place to go camping that we haven’t been thrown out of and drink ourselves retarded all weekend. well memorial day 2000 we found ourselves at the lovely lake bodish in Rhode Island. it was our 3rd and last day there and we were up to our usual mischief. we were all sitting around the fire funneling beers, drinkin cappy’s havin a good old time. we were talkin and laughing about all the fun stuff from the night before. like who got head from who, who puked, how we managed to fit 15 people in and on my little ass mazda 626 and the lesbians with all the nipple rings. well i was stumblin around drunk as hell....it was like 4 in the afternoon. my friend russ was manning the camcorder and everyone was just chillin. well at this point a few of my friends were packin up their jeep and leaving. so everyone was over where they were saying goodbye and whatnot and i noticed that i was suddenly sittin by myself at the picnic table, beer in hand just bein drunk. then i looked down and saw a what i thought was an empty propane tank. one of those little ones for a mini grill. well i got the super drunk idea to toss it in the fire. and so i picked the bastard up and put it right in the middle. i didn’t really think anything would happen but i watched it for a few minutes and then gave up on it. i started stumbling toward the jeep to say goodbye to my buddies who were leaving. all the sudden i hear like a little pop, so i wasn’t sure what happened so i turn around and theres like an 8 foot flame shootin out of the top of the damn propane tank. it was crazy. i didn’t know what the hell to do, then all the sudden my buddy chris comes barrelling through and kicks that damn thing right out of the fire. so it flys into the woods behind us and rolls down a hill right next to a tree. flames still spiting out of the thing and in an instant the tree is engulfed in flames. so at this point chris and i both are just standing there not knowing what the hell to do. all the sudden my buddy kevin shows up on the scene and with the quickness pulls all the beer in this one cooler out and dumps all the icewater on the fire. it took a few coolers to get it to go out but needless to say crisis averted. so then kevin comes up to me puts his hand on my shoulder and just says "run" him being a good 60 pounds heavier than me and me being somewhat fast i booked. he ran after me camera in hand filming the chase. after 5 or so minutes of runnin i collapse on the dirt path next to our site and all the sudden i’m picked up by russ, chris, and kevin. well seconds later i’m gettin hit in the stomach repeatadly and they’re all screaming "puke u bastard, puke" well i did just that....alot. little chunks of grilled chicken everywhere. well russ looks right into the camera with a huge drunk grin on his face and screams proudly "I cooked that!" point of the story being, people don’t appreciate it when u start forest fires at drunken camping trips.
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