E-Z UP CC10ALLA Camping Cube Outdoor Tent, 10' x 10' , Limeade

A review of a product I've never used

Then I Learned About Camera Tricks

I am not what one would call an “outdoors” kind of fella. I like to stay inside and shoot my Red Ryder BB gun into the eye sockets of unsuspecting children. Then I like to go towards the scene of the crime with my opus Mr. Holland’s and collect fragments of bone for my “I Still Don’t Give A Hoot What You Did Last Barmitzvah” doll house for my youngest nephew to turn into a little doll house of horrors to frighten his/her friends with when they have the guts to show up to his/her birthday parties. This camping cube showed me another way to fight back against bad unimaginative campaign finance reform and that involves 2^nd amendment remedies. It was a clear blue Monday when this item arrived on my back porch and reminded me that I should probably pay attention when the doorbell rings because there might be something/someone waiting there that may hold a clue as to what I should do next. “He sees the things that he knows are his…” There was a time in the year of our lard 19 hundred and 97 when that fourth week of that “Lilith” fair kicked off to quite a bloody start. There was a book I came across called “Teenagers Who Get Stoned But Still Show Up On Time For Class” by Jimmy “The Hof” Owensworth and there is a chapter for the agnostic where it informs you that you must believe in a higher power whether it is recognized by the Vatican or not. I often walk to work because I like to hurl myself into oncoming traffic in the hopes that I’ll get run over and maybe limp away with some blank check in my pocket, hush money so to speak, that I could spend as I please. I should’ve learned to play the geetar, I should’ve learned to play them drums. When this item arrived I looked at the box for close to a half hour before I decided to let loose its wrath upon me. For the most part it was exactly what I expected with a few surprises thrown in to liven up my loveless marriage. The first thing I did was move the dining room table outside onto the patio and call a few friends up on my portable phone. There I was, standing there half naked leaving messages on their machines letting them know that it was a B.Y.O.B. party that would go on from 9pm to “?”. I waited for half an hour until I realized that nobody would respond to my requests after the last time because I pulled a pistol out at the last family/class reunion which doesn’t sit well with others as I would soon find out after I woke up in a ditch with half my teeth scattered across the sidewalk. By This!          

Here’s what others had to say about this product!

Nmr7: I bought this then I forgot that I bought it and now, since I lost my receipt, I am stuck with this. Maybe I can secure it to the top of my shed out back in case there are heavy winds coming my way.

Author's Note

just tell me what you think Comrades! WHOO!!!