![]() ![]() My cheeks hurt," Coop says, rubbing his face.Īnd with that, the three of us fall over in fits.Ĭoop motions to his computer. "That's what she said." I can barely talk I'm laughing so hard. I'll just keep my mouth shut," Sean grumbles. "That's what she said," me and Coop howl in chorus.Ĭoop is practically in tears. "I can see this is going to be a long night." ![]() "That's what she says," Coop says, sending him and me into hysterics. "I don't think there are enough sockets for all of these." Everyone's brought sleeping bags and pillows, but we aren't planning on logging too many Zs. There's a citronella candle burning in the middle of the tent to ward off mosquitoes and to mask the thick stink of mildew. ![]() We've got an extension cord running from the garage so that we can rough it in style, with computers and a TV and DVD player. One night, every summer, we buy a ton of junk food and energy drinks and set up Sean's six-person tent in the far corner of his yard. We're camping out in Sean's backyard tonight. It's national 'That's What She Said' Day." “Oh, by the way," Coop announces as he weaves his DeathBot ship through a barrage of space debris on his laptop screen. ![]()
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