A Chilly Night in the WoodsPosted: December 11, 2016
Justin picked up the stick and held it aloft like one of his great-great-ancestors with a club, grunting and hooting like he just discovered fire.
“Sit your stupid ass down, Justin,” Tammy said, rolling her eyes at his demonstration of exactly how much brain power he commanded.
Justin grunted once more as he tossed the stick on the campfire that he’d built with his own two hands. “We’ll see who’s a stupid ass when you’re not freezing to death at two o’clock in the morning,” he muttered under his breath.
“I heard that, and that’s what sleeping bags are for.”