Dear World,
I'm about to embark into the wilderness of Alamo, NV, with five little boys for the annual Father/Son-barely-sleep-freeze-your-booty-off-get-filthy-see-how-many-times-you-can-fall-into-the-water camp out. My wife on the other hand will go out to dinner with her mom and the perfect, angel baby, sleep in a nice comfy bed and stay oh so very clean.
If for some reason I don't return. Or I only return with say 3-4 of the little ones, please have mercy on me. Send out a rescue party or send me to the chair in a speedy fashion. Because I hear that being left out in the wilderness to rot or sitting on death row is a lot like, well...Fathers and Sons.
