Camper 0
Codename: Trogdor
I initially thought that writing my own bio would be a challenge. But then i realized.. "Who knows how great I am better than me? (and who uses the appropriate number of parentheses)" Well, I am the guy that put this together. I am the one with the ability to bring together such a diverse group of societal miscreants for the common cause of getting wasted in the outdoors. Hailing from the Bay Area originally, I grew up in Upstate NY (practically Wilderness Camping in its own right) and soon learned that without the ability to make your own fire, the winters could be very, very cold (frostbite, contrary to public opinion, is not pleasant). Known for my inane commentary and ability to take a vicious head butt, I am the guy you want on your side after a fight begins (but likely got you in the fight in the first place). Keep your cigarettes and your liquor away from me... I've been known to lash out when either are lacking.
Drink: Bourbon (the cheap kind) and homebrews (the free kind)
7.08.2007
one more bio
Camper 13
Codename: Clusteruck
The real question with this camper is what is he not known for? Well, that and his unabashed sensuality. How much sensuality, you may ask. Well so much that you, my poor little nugget, can only handle one day with this little ball of fun. What makes him so overwhelming for the uninitiated masses? Glad you asked. He can ruck over the average girl scout troop without either a blink or a even a flesh wound to his sense of guilt Without a thought of self preservation, he will light an empty cardboard case of beer atop his head and run around a bone dry forest giggling manically? Is this not enough to convince you? Well, show up, drink up and he'll show you why he is loved and feared simultaneously by all who dare to bask in his presence.
Drink: Yuengling Premium (from a used cleat)
Codename: Clusteruck
The real question with this camper is what is he not known for? Well, that and his unabashed sensuality. How much sensuality, you may ask. Well so much that you, my poor little nugget, can only handle one day with this little ball of fun. What makes him so overwhelming for the uninitiated masses? Glad you asked. He can ruck over the average girl scout troop without either a blink or a even a flesh wound to his sense of guilt Without a thought of self preservation, he will light an empty cardboard case of beer atop his head and run around a bone dry forest giggling manically? Is this not enough to convince you? Well, show up, drink up and he'll show you why he is loved and feared simultaneously by all who dare to bask in his presence.
Drink: Yuengling Premium (from a used cleat)
7.06.2007
Another Couple Bios
Camper 11
Codename: Purple Onesie
Mixing the art of bodybuilding with fine art, Purple Onesie works in a medium you can only dream of. Don't be confused by his steely eyes or ability to bench a volvo, all purple Onesie really wants is a boyfriend to tenderly place a sweater upon his shoulders when it gets too cold. Although he may be one of the less experienced campers on this journey, he is also one of the few that can run down a wild boar and put it in a suplex. When we run low on food, you'll thank him for this skill.
Drink: Vodka and Soda
Camper 12
Codename: The Bear
Born in the mountains of west Tennessee, The Bear, never saw a sandwich or a pair of scissors until he was 25. Since then, he has been more than making up for lost time, cutting sandwiches in half almost daily. This will be his primary role on our expedition, so if you have a tough roast beef on ciabatta, just bring it to him. He'll know what to do. Also, he has tunneling and demolitions experience par excellence!
Drink: The Blood of his Enemies
Codename: Purple Onesie
Mixing the art of bodybuilding with fine art, Purple Onesie works in a medium you can only dream of. Don't be confused by his steely eyes or ability to bench a volvo, all purple Onesie really wants is a boyfriend to tenderly place a sweater upon his shoulders when it gets too cold. Although he may be one of the less experienced campers on this journey, he is also one of the few that can run down a wild boar and put it in a suplex. When we run low on food, you'll thank him for this skill.
Drink: Vodka and Soda
Camper 12
Codename: The Bear
Born in the mountains of west Tennessee, The Bear, never saw a sandwich or a pair of scissors until he was 25. Since then, he has been more than making up for lost time, cutting sandwiches in half almost daily. This will be his primary role on our expedition, so if you have a tough roast beef on ciabatta, just bring it to him. He'll know what to do. Also, he has tunneling and demolitions experience par excellence!
Drink: The Blood of his Enemies
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