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True story:
Went to summer camp in Canada one summer in my youth.
Black flies the size of small mice would swarm in the woods.
Raccoons would push open doors barricaded by rocks the size of basketballs, tear open backpacks, eat a whole pack of oreos, and excrete on someone's sleeping head.
Campers would stay awake with hockey sticks to wake up, turn on lights, and beat aforementioned raccoons to death.
Lighting cans of OFF or any other flammable container was commonplace.
Had a pycho metal-head suddenly chuck a bowie knife 15ft across the room and imbed itself an inch into the bunk between my legs (the only 'merican).
He went back to playing cards with a group.
Their conversation didn't change.
Favorite pastime was getting a group to jump on the top bunk until it collapsed.
Councillors would have belly-flop contests off the high dive for fun. Repeatedly.
Canada is slightly crazy.
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