Garter Snake Camper
- Bob: Did you hear about the camper who was killed by a garter snake?
- Betty: That's impossible. A garter snake is not poisonous.
- Bob: It doesn't have to be if it can make you jump off a cliff!
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- Bob: Did you hear about the camper who was killed by a garter snake?
- Betty: That's impossible. A garter snake is not poisonous.
- Bob: It doesn't have to be if it can make you jump off a cliff!
- Why do you like to go on camping trips?
- I like to "ruff it!"
- Camper: There's a leak over my bunk!
- Counselor: That's what we said in the camp ads. Running water in every cabin!
According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed. The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated, "Wash. Biol. Surv." until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper: "Dear Sirs: While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible."
- Camp Doctor: Your cough sounds better today!
- Camper: It should, I practised all night!
At the end of camp, Julie won the prize for neatest trunk. Her mother was amazed.
'How did your trunk get so neat?' she asked her messy daughter.
'It was easy,' said Julie.
'I just never unpacked!'
A Counselor saw a camper sitting alone. 'Why don't you play with your friends?' he asked.
'Because I only have one friend,' the girl replied. 'And I hate her.'
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Meg's mother was visiting her daughter at camp.
'How did you find the steak dinner?' she asked.
'With a magnifying glass!'
Here I am at Camp Grenada. Camp is very entertaining, and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining. I went hiking with Joe Spivy. He developed poison ivy. You remember Leonard Skinner; he got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors, hate the waiters, and the lake has alligators. And the head coach was no sissy, so he reads to us from something called Ulysses. Now I don't want this to scare ya. But my bunkmate has malaria. You remember Jeffrey Hardy... They're about to organize a search party.
Take me home, oh mother, father. Take me home, I hate Grenada. Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear. Take me home, I promise I will not make noise or mess the house with other boys. Oh please, don't make me stay! I've been here one whole day.
Dearest father, darling mother, how's my precious little brother? Let me come home if you miss me. I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me...
Wait a minute... It stopped raining! Guys are biking. Guys are sailing, playing baseball... Gee, that's better!
Mother, father, kindly disregard this letter!