Boys have this need to disconnect from life and go play caveman in the woods. Its a reminder that we can let go of all the societal rules when we damn well please. This feeling usually passes after 2 nights of whiskey fueled campfire banter, swarms of mosquitos, vienna sausage dinners and a kinked neck. After that, domestica sounds great again.
Lets just say there was a thermos of whiskey, some machetes, a new moon and a camera involved in the making of this weirdness. Let this be a friendly reminder to get weird and be a kid as often as possible.
