The Great Ganja Getaway: A High-Stakes Camping Tale

In the woods we gathered, not a care in sight,
With bags full of goodies, our spirits felt light.
Under a blanket of shimmering stars,
We sparred with mosquitoes, great warriors afar.

One friend brought a tent, but it was upside down,
“A new kind of shelter!” he grinned, wearing a frown.
We struggled and laughed, it was holy chaos,
“Is this a great tent? Or just a big burrito?”

We lit up a joint, the smoke took to sky,
Then Eric said softly, “Hey, why is a pie
Called a ‘pi’ when it’s round, like love or a fry?”
We pondered his wisdom, distinctly askew,
The trees seemed to giggle, and so did the dew.

As shadows grew long, we roast marshmallows’ fate,
But all we had left were a few burnt-up plates.
We stuffed them with chocolate and happily chewed,
“Oh man, this tastes better when shared with the crew!”

But then came the bear, seeking snacks for his feast,
“Quick, pass me the chips!” screamed our friend like a beast.
We offered him nachos, which he took with a snout,
“Wow, this camping trip’s turning into a route!”

So we danced 'round the fire with wild, giddy cheer,
While recounting the tales from that year’s camping sphere.
With friends by my side, and a high-flying mood,
I thought, “This is bliss… or is it just food?”

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