In our younger days a buddy and I went on a deer hunting trip every November. We used a pop-up camper, would set-up a day or two before the season began, and would stay out for a week (or until we filled our tags). On our way to where we were to hunt we would always stop for a big bag of White Castles and spend the evening grossing each other out with the tunes we'd play. And heaven help the one who went to sleep first, he would wake up then next morning with freckles!!!
An armed society is a polite society.