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I went camping once and we obviously did the usual camping things: beer, more beer and a whacking great campfire for food. Well, as I found out, having a whacking great campfire doesn't mean you cook your food properly.
So the next morning I get the beer shits (helped along by the 12 undercooked burgers I ate the night before) and so I ran out into the forest to look for a nice pooping spot. I could tell it was going to be a stonker, and I was desperately trying to hold it in as I ran as far away from the campsite as possible.
So I find a secluded spot, and think to myself "damn, this is gonna stink". So I find a nice flat digging rock, and dug myself a hole in the ground. Down came the boxers, out comes the arse, and I spend the next five minutes emptying my bowels of this green slop. It was quite scary to be honest, and it stunk like a mofo.
Once I'd finished, there was nowt else I could do but try and clean the mess on my arse off with some leaves. Needless to say, it wasn't happening. So I spent the next hour or so walking round with some hefty skid marks to show for my efforts.
Never again.
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