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A houseful of men
Nov. 14th, 2004 01:11 amI have one kitty snoring next to me. Yes, he snores. We call it the snore-squeak.
In the kitchen I have neatly arranged two men, happily playing with outdoor catalogues and making gruff noises at eachother. "It's a fucking shit pack. They say this is some great outdoor bag..."
"Did you use it on your PCT trip?"
"Oh, it was all right on board the ship, but not for on the fuckin' trail. I don't need a four season tent either. Four season's a waste a time unless you're a mountaineer."
"Well actually at MSR they have some light four-season tents. But there's no point unless you move up here. Where you are now, you can get away with a three-season year round. You need to deal with the chiggers and ticks though, so you need free-standing."
All delivered in a monotone, in what I call the 'outdoorsman's mumble.' *smirks*
Ah, men. *listens to the kitty snore*
In the kitchen I have neatly arranged two men, happily playing with outdoor catalogues and making gruff noises at eachother. "It's a fucking shit pack. They say this is some great outdoor bag..."
"Did you use it on your PCT trip?"
"Oh, it was all right on board the ship, but not for on the fuckin' trail. I don't need a four season tent either. Four season's a waste a time unless you're a mountaineer."
"Well actually at MSR they have some light four-season tents. But there's no point unless you move up here. Where you are now, you can get away with a three-season year round. You need to deal with the chiggers and ticks though, so you need free-standing."
All delivered in a monotone, in what I call the 'outdoorsman's mumble.' *smirks*
Ah, men. *listens to the kitty snore*