-challenge other campsites to fights, and yell your own campsite number so anyone who wants to fight you knows where to find you (also allowing anyone who wants to report you to know exactly where you are).
-get into a drunken physical fight with your own friends at 2am, knocking over beer bottles and embarassing yourself by yelling GET OFF ME BRO, and I'M DONE BRO! I'M DONE!
-blast kanye west and ODB at 9am and sing along in your obnoxiously loud voice while everyone else is quietly sipping coffee and trying to enjoy the birds chirping.
-patrol the beach with a gold-spraypainted ghetto blaster, playing the same mixtape from the night before (as to identify you to anyone who wasn't sure if you are from the same group that kept them up all night).
-in the middle of the night, stand around in one spot, trying to pick up girls and yelling your name at them (YO GIRL, I'M MARKUS, COME FIND ME), then immediately after, vandalize a sign in the SAME spot, so that everyone knows it was you.
-in vandalizing said sign (by ripping it out of the ground and knocking it over) kill 5 baby robins, causing the two little girls who had been watching them to come out of their tent the next day to cry while their father buries them in a shoebox. nevermind the mother robin hovering around the destroyed nest, breaking everyone's hearts.
-get dragged off your campsite by the OPP and get charged with all kinds of things.
good job, assholes.
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