54. Day Six The British Invasion
Day Six: The British Invasion
Morning, kids, I hope you’ve been enjoying your comfy beds.
Your butts are sleeping on the ground for the next few days.
Your mom and I used to camp, and there’s something special about sleeping under the stars with the one you love.
This won’t be like the time you boys set up a tent in the backyard and pussed out before midnight. No pussing out this time.
This money will cover the supply list, and then some. Buy yourself enough blankets and booze to stay comfy.
Oh, and if you’re thinking about pulling a fast one, Whitlock expects pictures of you kids at first light with your tents. If he gets so much as a whiff that you packed it in for a motel, he’ll pull the plug on this whole business and leave your broke asses stranded in the middle of the desert.