Slept thru Camille in Ocean Springs, and wanted to go fishing the next day, boy was I a goober, 12, but still......
I still remember how jacked up the BSL bridge was and a MS state trooper with a shotgun telling us we weren’t crossing over to Pass Christian. We obliged and went back to BSL.
“Slept thru Camille in Ocean Springs, and wanted to go fishing the next day, boy was I a goober, 12, but still......”
Not a goober, just young. ;o)