For years the people who read this blog have wondered to themselves, wonderingly, why is that one guy from that one blog such a fucking pussy? And why is he so desperate for the approval of strangers on the internet?
Another related question that came up recently: why is this fucking weirdo going to the gym every day on his vacation in Mexico, which is something that was asked by all of the people I was with in the midst of their fun sightseeing and visiting ancient ruins and whatever. Well, this photo here is your answer, speaking of ancient ruins.
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No way, you're much tough than the jack ass on the far right.
*tougher...I tipe much gud.
That kid was older. I looked up to him. He was smart and nice. One time I wrote a story about flying over the town and he told me it was good. I think that's literally my only memory from boy scouts. Aside from the time I shit right into my own pants trying to squat next to a tree at camp on the first day. There were actually toilets no one told me about it turned out.
I'm confused. Are you the scrawny guy in the front or the chubby bro with his eyes shut? both seem plausable.
i wasn't chubby :(
But yeah, that little fat fuck in the back middle is me.
My money was on the mullet wearing Anthony Michael Hall look-alike to your left. The troop master was all kinds of sexy. He knew he couldn't bring his B game to Camp Squanto.
How soon after this pic did you ditch the scouts? You look like hey this is the last time I'm doing this sausage fest.
Oh man, I stayed in for a while, because I remember I quit when they wouldn't let me wear an earring to scout practice or whatever it was called.
Bud...I remember you liked scouts. Your scoutmaster always enjoyed the camping trips with you because you were so obedient and eager to please.In fact we still have the scout badge you won for being the best bumblastee.Tell me again...what did you have to do to earn that?
I don't think you're supposed to say that on the internet, dad!
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