When my stupid buddy sat on my camera...

Yesterday me and the other dude in the shack sat around waiting for our favorite TV program to start. "Eat It" is a show where a contestant gets taken to different shacks, where he/she is being asked if he/she (oh, fuck the slash business, yesterday it was a fat dude from Ohio, so I'll just write "he") thinks he can eat everything that's in the fridge within the shack.He makes the decision from judging by the exterior of the shack whether he thinks he can finish up whatever is in the fridge of that same shack. Shabby shack equals imminent possibility of lots of leftovers, such as mould-fungus stricken steaks, decayed vegetables and sour dairy-products etc. Classy shacks belong to classy dudes, therefore their fridge is often basically (more or less) a pleasure to deal with. He also gets a clue about every shack (he can skip up to 4 shacks, the 5th he must enter) and what may await him in the shacks fridge, from hearing how many benjamins each shack is worth. The whole point is basically: "Empty the fridge, get the money." So if a shack is worth let's say 10 grand, it's likely you get a really nasty fridge to deal with. (10 grand is a fucking shitload in this show, it's quite low-budget). The problem is, if you chicken out on a fridge which contents could render you some serious cash, then the rest of the shacks might just be worth a couple of hundreds.

I shall tell you more about this show another time, but the point with this post was really to tell you that when we sat around waiting for the show to start, my stupid buddy sat down on the floor ON MY CAMERA! Thus, the camera together with the pictures I had taken from our shack were destroyed under the weight of my dumb pals ass. That is why we haven't published any pictures here yet, and that is exactly why we can't publish any until he gets me a new camera.