The campfire that made me get lime disease.....

Do you like the outdoors? Do you like to camp? Like me maybe you like bonfires. Well when you get towards the ending to this story, you will think differently. I know I have. This not end in a funny way. It all started out as any ordinary day. The bird eggs were chirping. The rain was shining. And the sun was breezy. Dear Jess came over, she wanted to know if i wanted a bagel. Why yes I told her....I told her if i were lesbian and we weren't related I would make her my bitch. Well anyway she came on over. I had the yummy bagel. We decided that we should make a fire...So we then picked up guine pig, and went to the store. We got stuff to make smores and salt potatoes and some very flexible soft weenies. We decided to have a bon fire. So we went out to my woods, got some wood, because thats what usually grows in the woods. Thats when I saw "it". It was the staff that belonged to the grim reaper...So I grabbed it, and brought it back with me. Oh mighty one Jess was calling me. Oh hush I said. Go get hit in the face with some more wood. Oh but the wood isnt long or thick enough. Well then go find a big enough wood to slap in your face. As she happily accepted the wood to her cheek. In the meanwhile Im bending down in front of nick biting if flexible hot juicy tender weenie of his. I lay my mouth around it biting just the tip...MMM I say. Very tasty. I needed to finally go sit and pee so I went and I squat since I did not want to go all the way in my house....So after I went to check out all the big fat long pieces of wood in my yard...I noticed how thick they were, the rough texture of it....just staring at this long piece of wood, watching where it was going, it was just making me so hot, inside and out. We all conversed with one another...We got on a debate. We were wondering who spit, or who swallowed. Let's just ask? If you spit it is like throwing away your kids. You could spit them on an old hobo on the street, you could spit them into the pew at church. You could even spit them in a nasty bathroom stall with the shit still flaoting around in it....Then if you swallow, its like you are eating your kids....wouldn't that be like cannabalism? Just a thought. I know this is not all humored. It was meant to be humored, just wait til the end. So after the debate, we chit chatted about artichokes and snails. So Jess and Nick had to leave...Which left me with my brother. Lil did I know he was going to do something very nice for me that required my pants down. He decided to go to bed, as I decided I needed to pee. I went sat down on the potty, thats when I saw it......I thought it was a dead spider which was getting ready to make me horrified...Thats when I realized it was worse that a spider....It was a tick! As I screamed sitting on the toilet for tyler to come quick, as he thought it was a spider. This tick decided my thigh would make great chicken. This is how it came to be me pulling down my pants so he could take those handy dandy tweezers and pull that tick out, and it really hrut. So if you dont hear from me anymore....that means that tick got the best of me and Im bed ridden, with lime disease.