..I miss Canadian summer camp. Kicking your friends in the testicles so you could go & check out the resident nurse's cleavage. Those were good times & good times are had Camp Bottomout even if the owner is a drunk. What a better drunk than Foster Brooks. A little fine wine goes a long way. The great downfall is like all summer camps they become shopping malls. There aren't as many great wilderness retreats where a young boy 8-14 can loose their virginity. Those memories are forever. I'll never forget that one time I fingered a girl @ Camp Cariboo
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