Come Sit 'Round the Campfire!

[Boolari]

Yo! Fleeb and I were talking on AIM, just telling random stories that turned out to be highly entertaining! After talking a bit we decided it would be fun to start a Campfire thread, complete with marshmellows! ;D

So come one, come all - what's your best campfire story?

Afterwards we can sing and sleep under the stars... or in a tent... or maybe a motor home... whatever works for you.

[Boolari]

My best story... that I can think of right now... would have to be accidentally spitting some sweet 'n' sour chicken in a boyfriend's face... he made me laugh.

Or naming my cat Low Fat Jack. Not sure where the inspiration for that came from.

[ALEN]

*sits around campfire*
lol "low fat jack" ahahahahah classic!

[TheSensitiveNewAge]

Well, I was a Webilous(sp?) cub scout, and I was with a Boy Scout troop (some of them turn into Eagle scouts, i.e. older kids). We were standing around next to an old mansion (the house was built on money made from iron in the 1800s) as part of a Spring Camporee. The parents, Boy Scouts, and I were having Cracker Barrel, a late night snack. I had eaten my oreos and had notice another kid had some oreos, so when he wasn't looking, I took them. He grabbed my wrist and threatened to bite my hand, I decided to call his bluff. He wasn't bluffing, so I dropped the cookies and dumped soda on his head. He splashed soda in my face, everyone else pulled us apart and gave us extra KP (clean up) duty. The next day, we have been good friends ever since.

Since then, I dropped out of the Scouts (another long story) and he became an Eagle Scout. This is highly frightening, since he is the reckless type and got a K-Bar knife (big scary Marine knife) and was deputized. Whereas I'm the honors student who gets into extra-cirrculars.

Maybe later I'll tell about my run-in with a moth.

[Sheynat]

My best story is the time I got sideswiped by this drunk guy down in Texas. I'm just sitting, drinking a soda, when all of a sudden, this guy in a pickup tries to squeeze past us on the left. He doesn't pull it off. He glancee off of our car, and went end over end and side over side. He rolled clear down the street. My dad and I are sitting there, gaping, thinking the EMTs are going to be washing this dude out of his truck with a hose. We got out of the car and ran to this truck, sure we're going to be handling a corpse, if there's even that much left-and there he is, hanging upside down, held up by his seatbelt. His truck was upside down, and this crash happened in a suburban neighborhood and had woken up approximately eight skillion people. The scent of alcohol was so strong it made your eyes water. He looked at my dad, and rather blearily said "Hey, man, we don't have to report this...we can both just drive away..."

[Isles of Nixon]

Kumbaya my lord, kumbaya.

Someone's singing my lord,
Kumbaya.

[Echolilia]

One time I was sitting in front of a fire, you know, where people kind of tell stories, and we all just sat and sat and sat.

[Thanya]

I went camping with my parents like two years ago. We went to some place in OK called Winding Stair. Well, one night we were playing poker and I saw this stick bug in one of the folding chairs. I swear that thing was enormous! It had to be close to ten inches long. And it just sat there in that chair, watching us play poker. I'm dead serious. It was the creepiest thing ever. During the night, it traveled on over to the BBQ pit, which was a big mistake 'cause in the morning, my dad didn't see it and started a campfire. We were wondering why the fire was popping and crackling so much in one spot and that's when we saw it. Oops.

[Echolilia]

Stick bugs deserve what they get.

[Thanya]

Aw! What do you have against stick bugs, Echo?

[Echolilia]

Ewww.