Alaina Urquhart

How can I not have a drink?

He wasn't 40, but he was the oldest of all of us.

I love, he wasn't 40.

I love, in fact, it's like the narrator, he in fact was not 40.

But he was the oldest of all of us.

I told you at the beginning his age would come back and was trying to use his age as part of the reason the whole thing was stupid, especially because we were being quiet, not interrupting anyone else.

Needless to say, we poured out over 100 ounces of alcohol that night.

We went to bed afterwards because the mood was killed.

I'd say so.

And that was because of me.

I was the murderer of our fun and our alcohol.

Quite the twist.

You would never think that you'd be the murderer.

Never.

Fortunately, no humans were injured this night.

Just our egos and part of the forest ground.

So I guess third time was a charm of Josh's camping trips.

Thanks for reading this and I hope you keep it weird, but not so weird that you were involved in multiple murders while camping and the third murder ends up being you.

That was such a good one.

I love it a lot.