Along the same lines as RET3006, except I had to much bad coffee at camp. About an hour into my walk, the rumble started...I know it now or I am squirting all over my suit. I ran off the trail and found a nice log to lay my deposit, finished up, grabbed my pack and search for the supply of TP...but no TP. I was thinking what the heck happened to my TP (it is like Amex, don't leave home without it!!!)and what the heck am I going to do now! Snow on the ground, no leaves...just FUBARed. I did what I had to do, I used my gloves, now it is pretty cold to have no hand wear...but it would have been worse to have the rest of the week with sheeet streaks and that bad coffee deposit.

I find out later that my so called buddies while having a few after dinner mints, decide it would be funny to remove my TP. Oh I got back at the ring leader, I went and picked up the soiled gloves and placed them in his pack for future reminders not to play with fire....you may get burned!!!!

I know rotten to the core. Had I been really rotten I would have done what I planned to do and that was make his sandie's with the gloves placed in them...but I thought the dumba$$ might actually take a bite and that would be really wrong.



Edited by - Skeeter 7mm on 10/02/2002 22:11:20