Camping Tiffany Style

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First of all, I was looking for an excuse to post this lovely artwork depicting the manly joys of PBR.  (This has to be an oldie, as the beer cans have no pull tops – something that wasn’t invented until 1963.)  The strange thing about this artwork is that it doesn’t make me want a Pabst or pan-fried trout.  There’s something oddly creepy  about it that I can’t put my finger on for some reason.  Maybe it’s because I know that PBR tastes like piss that’s been sitting in a rusty bucket.

So, this weekend we are “camping” with my nephew – and by camping I mean we are setting up a tent in our back yard and cooking and sleeping outside.  This means I can use a real bathroom, take a shower, wash dishes in the dishwasher and go inside and watch TV if I so desire.  This is what I call camping!  Not that I don’t enjoy the regular kind – we go up to Michigan once or twice a year to do that – but somehow this seems more up my alley.

I’ll be drinking like it’s “real” camping, though.

3 thoughts on “Camping Tiffany Style

  1. oddly creepy – MAN hands! the fingernails are longer and painted pink, but damn look at the size of that hand. holy shit! tranny!

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