"some of the best friendships have started in tents
...and ended, too, with my camp cooking! Still, you know it's love when you can smile at the farts..."

That's just not as funny as you think, Gervase ☻ What is it about Men in Tents?

They're Men - they're Men in Tents
When it rains they rant and rave and rip and rent
They're Men - they're Men in Tents
They snivel and snore and stink like excrement

They droooown you with buuuuullshit; say,
"Take off all your clothes - it's warmer to sleep that way!"
They're Men - they're Men in Tents (BIG tents!)
Camp out with 'em twice, you gotta be mighty dense


But Men Themselves do seem to have a much different perspective ie

"... Just later on that very same night
She crept to my tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
She took me to the woods sayin
Here comes something and it feels so good and
Just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended

Oh, oh what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thanking the Lord for my fingers
For my fingers"

- from "Duncan" by Paul Simon


(sure sure bout the "fingers" bit, Paul...)