The first story starts, "Hubby?" she said. "I'm sliding off the mattress again. And something's biting me on the neck."
The second begins
It was getting on past midnight, the wind had picked up, shaking the tent, and I knew I’d have to kill the guy in the next sleeping bag.
If you've ever shared a pup tent with your wife or a friend, you'll recognize the situations in these two camping stories.
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