RPM was lodging in the small bedroom of out 7 berth tent, separated from us by tow inner doors, and a 4ft wide "living area" Twas late, twas dark, and sound travels.......
We went to bed in the wee small hours, and were, ahem, contemplating sleeping.
The following ensued about 20 mins after we turned in;Outer zip opens. Outer zip shuts.
Inner zip opens. Inner zip shuts.
There's some rustling.
Inner zip opens. Inner zip shuts.
Outer zip opens. Outer zip shuts.
Car door opens. Car door closes.
Outer zip opens. Outer zip shuts.
Inner zip opens. Inner zip shuts.
More rustling, and general fidgeting around.
By this time curious, and moderately miffed at having my nuptials interrupted, I pipe up
"RPM, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Nothin. I aint doin nothin. Came the response.
Quiet descends.....we start to get on with things....
Noise erupts. Major, major rustling of plastic bag type noises. Then at two AM, a noise which can only be compared to ball-bearings being thrown into a plastic bucket ensued.
"What the fuck are you doing in there?!?!"
"I aint doing nothin!"
Rustling.
"RPM!!!!"
"I'm just havin a bowl of Sugar Puffs, allright!?"
Next morning, as he slumbered, the happy campers were informed, and the nickname
"Sugar Puff Daddy" was coined
:rotflmao:
Sorry honey, happy birthday!
Awwwwww shucks n thanks u guys! 
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