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Then they put the bears on displays at the fancy wilderness museums they have out there. Bears shouldn't be punished for being horny.

But when they deal with bears out in the B.C. Interior, the bears mean considerably more business than they do in Ontario. I mean, if a bear wanders onto a campground in Ontario, it's used to eating garbage and will likely have problems if they try to repatriate it to the wilderness. And those are brown/black bears, too. You can't afford to fuck around with a Grizzly, though.

I've only been in a campground where there was a bear active in the area a few times, and everyone is notified so they don't leave any meat/garbage on their campsite for the bear to come and eat. Other than that, bears are quite rare in campgrounds. But I'm quite paranoid, so none of that really matters. Fact: I'm convinced I was once hissed at by a cougar while skiing in British Colombia. It was the first run of the morning (and I mean, I was on the first chairlift up) and I was carrying my skis uphill along this wooded area and heard the sound of one big, pissed off cat. I was absolutely freaking out, and I can't run very fast carrying skis and wearing ski boots at that kind of altitude. I was completely alone at the time. And there definitely are cougars on that mountain.

5000. Bitches.

It's not that there's nothing wrong with it, it's that had I done that sober, I would have been afraid of bears and wolves. We were in rather serious bear territory, and there are signs of a rather high wolf population in that area.

Nope, just in Northern Ontario. You're right about skinny-dipping with family members. I honestly don't know if I would have gone skinny dipping if I had a towel and had happened upon those people without my sister / female cousins in tow. Even weirder is the fact that I went walking around the campground in the middle of a rather cold night without a worry in my head. I never would have done that sober. And then I walked back to my campsite barefoot. Alcohol: The nectar of the gods.

No, but it's pretty funny regardless. I almost went skinny dipping with a bunch of complete strangers. I wasn't drunk, but tipsy (as in, walking in a straight line was hard, and I was able to talk a lot better than normal for some reason), and went on a walk with some cousins/my sister out to the little beach at the campground, and there were a few people just hanging out there who were apparently about to go skinny dipping, and invited us to join. I took off my shoe/socks and waded out into the water, but ultimately kept my pants on.

You don't want to know what I almost did after 3 beers last night. Or maybe you do.

I didn't get to see any fireworks. Damn.

I need more things to do with my life. Oh, and girls.

I'll let you know when I get rid of the mosquito bites on my ass.

Who put that camera in my room?

Ryan says: I wish I had the intellectual horsepower to have a career requiring something more than sheer physical strength.

That's hardly fair.

This seems like a good a time as any to express my dislike for Lacrosse players. LAX4EVAR!!!

The dogs, of course.

I call rank of Major. Then I'll change my name to Richard. Just so I can be Major Dick.

I remember my chem teacher telling better wop jokes (she's Portuguese...) but I just can't remember them now. Damn.

I can see it now... Uncle Erik's Fun Time Militia Brigade.

Fact: I have an uncle named Tony. Question: Why are so many Italians named Tony? Answer: Because when they immigrated they wore signs on their hats saying "TO: NY". Actually, that's a better joke to tell in person.

Note to self: Read more. P.S. Thanks.

Just you wait, you lousy sonofabitch. And I'm not in the least a computer geek. I'm rather clueless when it comes to the inner working of computers.

Oh, I'll definitely going to the Hershy factory! And I think we'll spend a few days at each city and of course plenty of time in Toronto to really explore it. Then you must check out Kensington Market. It's kind of like a giant flea market located over a few city blocks. Probably one of the cooler places in the city for its weirdness. If I might quote a friend of mine, "It's like a giant game of 'guess that smell!'".

Hey, whatsamatterforyou?

Will do. P.S. You're a dashboard squirrel.