Sorry We're Late

23:49 hrs.
27 June 14

Yup its late.
Damn near the WITCHING HOUR!
You know that time of night when you're too tired to stay awake but you have to and your mind starts playing tricks on you?

The only thing that will compensate for that extreme tiredness, the point at which you're going to drive off the road is HUMOUR. Trust me when I say this because humour can do amazing things. Give you strength. Cure your ills. Least of all it will bring friends closer together. And if you can't laugh with your friends, at your friends or at yourself then you must be DEAD!

Case in point. WHILE OUT IN THE WEEDS; Jason, Jake and yours truly were coming back to basecamp at about 03:00 or so. We were all tired beyond belief. Even though I was only idling the truck up the narrow brush choked road there was still the potential for dropping into a ditch or over an embankment. Suddenly one of us, I can't remember who, starts talking about somebody that he met and that this guy was dumber than a CAN OF SMASHED ASSHOLES.

Pretty funny, I know.

But then Jason jumps in and says, "Hey! THOSE ASSHOLOES SHOULD BE JARRED BECAUSE THEY'LD STAY FRESHER LONGER!"

Man, I thought I was going to piss myself laughing. I had to stop the truck and put into park. For ten minutes the three of us just sat there laughing our heads off. Probably scared every critter for miles around too.

For the rest of the trip all it took was for one of us to say, "Hey! You'd better JAR that thing and keep it FRESH!" and we would walk away snickering to ourselves. Sure everyone else thought that we were crazy but we didn't care.

If they didn't want to PLAY with us, then they can STAY HOME!