Once upon a time there was a very, very, very, very cool counselor whose pansy name didn’t suit her in the slightest….she was called Emily the Counselor. One sunny fall morning Emily the Counselor was driving up to her second home called Windsorlocken- she was driving her maroon buick century, a classic may I add, which she fondly called Doris.
Approximately one hour into the journey as Doris was waiting patiently at a set of traffic lights there was a strange noise emanating from Doris’s unmentionables. It went something like this: “Wooooooooooooooooooooo”. No silly! More like this: “Clankity clankity clankity clank”. That’s much better. You should have seen the look on Emily the Counselor’s face!
Of course, when things like this happen in the adult world there is nothing left to do but ignore the strange sound eminating from Doris’s unmentionables and turn up the music “Boom boom boom, clankity clankity clankity clank, boom boom boom, clankity clankity clankity clank, BOOM BOOM BOOM, CLANKITY CLANKITY CLANKITY CLANK…” Suddenly there was a huge explosion- KABOOOM!!!
Stranded and slightly bruised, Emily the Counselor wept her little heart out for the passing of Doris her beloved maroon buick century. The funeral was short, but extremely necessary. “She’s a lady, woah woah woah, she’s a lady, talking ‘bout my little lady, and the lady was mine…lalalaaaa”
After the short, but extremely necessary, funeral proceedings for the late Doris- Emily the Counselor glanced at her watch and gasped: “Oh no! I’m gonna be sooo late for the Reunion- I must dash!”...(running…jogging…walking…crawling...)…“It’s too far, it’s too far, it’s just too far, boo hoo!”
Emily the counsellor was forced to hitchhiking (don’t try this at home kids) by sticking her thumb right up her bum, oh no, sorry my mistake- sticking her thumb out for a passing car who would hopefully take her to camp. Emily the counsellor waited and waited for an eternity…
…30 seconds later a rickety, rickety, rickety, rickety white 15 passenger van made in the 90’s, AAAGGHHHH!, pulled up to Emily the counsellor. Danny rolled down the window: “Oi! Emily the Counselor! What are you doing? Hop in I’m on my way to camp.” The drive was very awkward, and at times like these in the adult world there is nothing left to do but crank up the music- “Shall we put on some music?”
As the night closed in and the bright silver moon rose above the towering pine trees Danny noticed a strange, shadowy shape in his rearview mirror which was rapidly approaching: “What’s that strange, shadowy shape in my rearview mirror that is rapidly approaching?” he asked. “Hold on a minute! That looks like your car, Doris!” Emily sighed deeply: “Yeah, she’s a lady……at least she WAS a lady”. AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! They were chased by the ghost of Doris under the moonlit sky for miles and miles and miles when Danny and Emily heard a spooky spooky sound “Woooooooooooo”. No not that one, more like: “Hey! It’s not the ghost of Doris, it’s me, George….you left me behind- I was just taking a pee in the woods when you picked up Emily the Counselor and drove off without me!”.
Danny slammed his foot on the brakes and the rickety rickety rickety white 15 passenger van made in the 90’s, AAAAGGGGHHH, screeched to a halt to pick up a sweaty and extremely exhausted George. “Why are you dressed like that George?” asked Emily peering quizzically at his white ghost-like outfit. “It’s Halloween Reunion, Duh!” Emily the Counselor smiled: “Oh now that explains everything!”
Late and very worn out from a ridiculously crazy adventure, the 15 passenger van arrived at camp. The place seemed deserted. The birds were singing sweetly to the stars high up in the trees and the fallen red and gold leaves were rustling and dancing in the soft breeze. Eventually the faint strumming of guitar drifted over from the Dining hall. Danny grabbed his things and hurried everyone over- “evening activity must have just started, quick everyone!” It felt so good to be ‘home’ at last. Emily the counselor breathed a huge sigh of relief: “Man, that was EXTREME!”
Approximately one hour into the journey as Doris was waiting patiently at a set of traffic lights there was a strange noise emanating from Doris’s unmentionables. It went something like this: “Wooooooooooooooooooooo”. No silly! More like this: “Clankity clankity clankity clank”. That’s much better. You should have seen the look on Emily the Counselor’s face!
Of course, when things like this happen in the adult world there is nothing left to do but ignore the strange sound eminating from Doris’s unmentionables and turn up the music “Boom boom boom, clankity clankity clankity clank, boom boom boom, clankity clankity clankity clank, BOOM BOOM BOOM, CLANKITY CLANKITY CLANKITY CLANK…” Suddenly there was a huge explosion- KABOOOM!!!
Stranded and slightly bruised, Emily the Counselor wept her little heart out for the passing of Doris her beloved maroon buick century. The funeral was short, but extremely necessary. “She’s a lady, woah woah woah, she’s a lady, talking ‘bout my little lady, and the lady was mine…lalalaaaa”
After the short, but extremely necessary, funeral proceedings for the late Doris- Emily the Counselor glanced at her watch and gasped: “Oh no! I’m gonna be sooo late for the Reunion- I must dash!”...(running…jogging…walking…crawling...)…“It’s too far, it’s too far, it’s just too far, boo hoo!”
Emily the counsellor was forced to hitchhiking (don’t try this at home kids) by sticking her thumb right up her bum, oh no, sorry my mistake- sticking her thumb out for a passing car who would hopefully take her to camp. Emily the counsellor waited and waited for an eternity…
…30 seconds later a rickety, rickety, rickety, rickety white 15 passenger van made in the 90’s, AAAGGHHHH!, pulled up to Emily the counsellor. Danny rolled down the window: “Oi! Emily the Counselor! What are you doing? Hop in I’m on my way to camp.” The drive was very awkward, and at times like these in the adult world there is nothing left to do but crank up the music- “Shall we put on some music?”
As the night closed in and the bright silver moon rose above the towering pine trees Danny noticed a strange, shadowy shape in his rearview mirror which was rapidly approaching: “What’s that strange, shadowy shape in my rearview mirror that is rapidly approaching?” he asked. “Hold on a minute! That looks like your car, Doris!” Emily sighed deeply: “Yeah, she’s a lady……at least she WAS a lady”. AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! They were chased by the ghost of Doris under the moonlit sky for miles and miles and miles when Danny and Emily heard a spooky spooky sound “Woooooooooooo”. No not that one, more like: “Hey! It’s not the ghost of Doris, it’s me, George….you left me behind- I was just taking a pee in the woods when you picked up Emily the Counselor and drove off without me!”.
Danny slammed his foot on the brakes and the rickety rickety rickety white 15 passenger van made in the 90’s, AAAAGGGGHHH, screeched to a halt to pick up a sweaty and extremely exhausted George. “Why are you dressed like that George?” asked Emily peering quizzically at his white ghost-like outfit. “It’s Halloween Reunion, Duh!” Emily the Counselor smiled: “Oh now that explains everything!”
Late and very worn out from a ridiculously crazy adventure, the 15 passenger van arrived at camp. The place seemed deserted. The birds were singing sweetly to the stars high up in the trees and the fallen red and gold leaves were rustling and dancing in the soft breeze. Eventually the faint strumming of guitar drifted over from the Dining hall. Danny grabbed his things and hurried everyone over- “evening activity must have just started, quick everyone!” It felt so good to be ‘home’ at last. Emily the counselor breathed a huge sigh of relief: “Man, that was EXTREME!”
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