Whose Missing their Undies?

I feel sorry for this lonely blog. It used to have a new story every few days and now everybody has forgotten it. In hopes of stirring things up, I offer a very minor event that happened at the end of a week-long summer camp.


The counselor in a sixth and seventh grade cabin was looking around to make sure the boys gathered up all their junk. In telling this tale, he noted that the boys had been busy little jackers all week, firing their dragons in unexpected times and places whenever the need hit.


Now he held up a pair of whitie tighties and yelled, "Who's missing some underwear? Count your underpants!" Nobody claimed the briefs, so he took a closer look. "Fruit-of-the Loom! Size medium! Slightly yellow in front!" There was still no answer.


 He turned them inside out, looked at them carefully, and said "OOH! Wet load! Wet load! Who shot one within the last 8 or 12 hours?" All the boys averted their eyes, staring at the floor. "Well," continued the counselor, "If anybody wants to claim this load as a souvenir, your undies will be hanging on the foot of my bunk." Somehow in the confusion of departure, the icky FOTL's
disappeared without anybody ever publicly claiming them. The counselor said he would have got a kick out of knowing which of his young dudes grabbed them, but he never found out.


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