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| Last summer, my parents sent me away to a Sleep Away camp. It was run by a family of smelly Lithuanian gypsies. | |
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| The head camp counseler was this crotchety old foul beast of a woman. She had one good eye, the other was milky with cataracts. | |
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| Her breath would stink of rotten milk, and she her skin was peeling with psoriasis. Pretty nasty stuff. | |
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| They would make us walk around the clock, with little food and rest, making these day-glo lanyard bracelets...which they in turn would sell at various flea markets around the country. | |
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| One night, my best friend Billy just couldn't take it anymore so he tried to escape. They caught him and put a bullet in the back of his little head. | |
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| Eh....it was still better than going to Day Camp, I guess. Day Camp is for fags. | |
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