CAMP FIRES

Is there anything better than a campfire? Actually, yes, there is; Sitting around a camp fire with friends.

But starting the fire is a group activity. The guys teeter on their knees around the pit, "oh..."-ing, and "awe..."-ing over the wannabe sparks that flutter from their flint and steel.

The girls sit in the creaky camp chairs, enfolded in quilts. They cross their arms and roll their eyes as the Neanderthals in front of them. They mutter amongst themselves and grow more and more irritated until finally, one highly supreme

PMS-ing female jumps out of the chair and rattles a box of matches at the men.

The men shake their heads and continue to scratch the puny flit some more, wasting another half hour of their lives.

At last, the girls revolt and the fire rises, spewing flames and ashes as it burns brightly under the moon.

A moment of silence is given to the fire and then the youngest of the group pops his head out of nowhere, "Marsh-mellows?!?" everyone sighs and the roasting begins.