Yes, and I can pitch my husband's tent too. (Sorry that's a bit dirty, but that is totally something David Spade <--- right="right" say="say" span="span" would="would">--->
The time that me and two friends decided to go camping on a State beach in Southern California. We "pitched our tents" (haha) and then went to see the movie, "What Lies Beneath." It was this creepy movie about the husband
A 2015 Hubber Craft Denali. What? You don't think they'll be invented yet? Well according to Back to the Future...
Almost everything I make is disgusting. We eat out a lot!
(Who luckily wasn't there for any of the make out sessions).
Laugh. I can't help myself. There's nothing like good ol' fashion slapstick comedy. One time in college I took too much NyQuil and then went out to the vending machine with my sister to get a soda. A scary dude came out of nowhere and I straight-up ran directly into the wall at full speed. I nearly dislocated my shoulder, scratched my face up pretty good, and parts of my thick pajamas were ripped and bloody. I lay in a pool of pathetic fear, blood and soda pop on the ground. All my sister could do was laugh until she peed her pants! And I couldn't blame her, I peed my pants too.
There are too many to list, but I'm going to go with Ice, Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. Which is unfortunate since Erin Summerill made it my ringtone and I am too lazy to change it.