I’m an exceptional driver for a tuber.

One of the first things I like to do at the old campsite is pour myself a half-cup of coffee and top it off a half-cup of vodka. There’s nothing like drinking your weight in alcohol to make the world seem a better place.

Isn’t it pretty? When I was hiding from the police a few years back, I camped in an area like this. When the feds came sniffing around the campsite I just reached into my orifice and put on another disguise. They never suspected a thing.

After Head and I had a bit too much to drink, we traded glasses… boy was that fun! I couldn’t see a thing … oh wait, I can’t see a thing anyways, my eyes are plastic!

Sometimes going on a hike can help clear the cobwebs of a hangover too…

As fun as Head is to hang out with, sometimes I felt like hanging out with folks of my own size. This is my new pal Chippy and I discussing the plight of global warming, the devastation of the pine beetle and our plans for overthrowing the humans’ control of the planet.

In all I had a great time camping. From here I think I can see where I was born… oh wait, I still can’t see anything.