VOL. 50 ISSUE 28 JULY 16, 2013
P61
One more da
y of camp
and I'm pre
Scherb and
tty s
Co. would ha
ve gone down ure
.
have lying around here. When I
first saw it in all the bathrooms
in the ranch house, I wondered
what the hell it was. Now I can
tell you the ingredients in it as it
has spent more time in my pants
than any of those dates mom
used to try to get rid of. Remember when I'd come home from
previous camps with new pen
pals to write to… my best friend
from this camp has turned out to
be Mr. Bond. Gold Bond.
I'm trying to make sure I don't
forget anything, but don't want
you and dad to get bored reading
this. Oh, yeah, Mike Myers runs
this place. He's a Brit who now
lives in Texas and he used to be
a badass racer dude. I didn't get
to see him ride here because he
had some surgery to his… well,
since he's sort of a British Texan I'm not sure whether to call it
his derriere or his butt, but mom
would probably prefer derriere
so we'll go with that. But Mike
is cool and has even invited me
back. They've got some camps
coming up after the MotoGP at
Laguna Seca and before the one
at Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Maybe dad can come with me.
Talk soon. Your son, Paul. CN
