OK prepare to smile
Here comes the sarcasm...
"Oh mannnn! I only gots so much memory. If I have to remember to do stuff I'll forget where I hid the bong!"
"Whaddya mean dess-e-mals? Periods go on the end of sentences not in the middle of a perfectly good number. Oh yeah, speaking of numbers..."
"Mess with a battery? Me? Are you nuts? Hmmm nuts - I've got the munchies reaal baaad"
"Uh what were we talking about?"
The demise of the camper and rise of drivers who tow Fifth Avenue Penthouses for an "outing" is sad. These folks have become disconnected from reality. Utterly severed. I see and I read about folks who drive hundreds of miles, pay enormous rentals then hole-up inside having verbal brawls over a misplaced satellite TV remote or moaning that the A/C temp in the living room is a chilly 68F while back in the bathroom it is near eighty. God Help Us! We have a legion of millions of (another name for cats). Don't want to do this.....might miss my episode of.....why the hell can't I get the awning tube light the partcular shade of blue I like?"
Maybe it was riding fence at age 11, in Montana, or taking a total of 43 pack trips way back into the furthest reaches of the Sierra Nevada wilderness, today's obsession with demanding a LAY-Z-BOY when "roughing it" is beyond my comprehension. The insult of having a person less intelligent than I "Think For Me" is intolerable. Has America become a nation of Sheeple? When I went to find a high power battery chargers and found nothing but child-safe imposters with training wheels, this scares me. Sheeple vote. This is akin to Armageddon.
But my excuse is I have definitely lived too long. Thankfully down here a person must think or pay a heavy price.
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