Camping
Say dear. You know what would be fun? How about we leave our nice, comfortable, warm dry house, with running water, toilet, an oven, entertainment, fridge, and liquor cabinet, and soft, warm beds. And a hot shower. And, you know, music.
Instead, let's spend an entire weekend, sleeping in a smelly, leaking mosquito-infested nylon sweat-lodge, then taking a stroll through the even more mosquito-infested forest (with the added bonus of possible dismemberment by wildlife), swimming in a leech-infested lake, eating shitty tinned food heated to luke-warm, then listening to some stoned hippy retard sing anti-war songs on a shitty fucking six-string, while sitting around a half-burned-out ``fire'' while our entire wardrobe begins to smell like kippers. yeah. that's a great way to spend a holiday weekend.
(tuqueboy has been in a medically -induced coma since, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 15:42, 2 replies)

Wait...
You're supposed to say why you *don't* see the attraction.
(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Fri 16 Oct 2009, 17:43, closed)

you're doing it wrong

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 19 Oct 2009, 11:23, closed)