I got a million of them. It comes with age. The longer you live the more you experience.[:-] Yours reminded me of one we experience about 10 years ago. I make an annual pilgrimage to meet up with some high school buddies in NY. Every year it seemed we' d start up the mountain in the dark. This one guy wouldn' t get 100 yards from the road before he had to take a #2. It became a joke with side wagers and everything each year... trying to guess how far he' d get off the road before he had to go.

This one year it was exceptionally cold. We all buddled up in several layers and hit the hill. True to form, Donnie made it about 150 yards before the infamous, " Oh... CRAP... I got to go" . So, with laughter in the dark he undressed and dropped his new Woolrich wool bibs. He said it was cold but he had to take them way down so he wouldn' t hit them. He' s holding on a tree and leaning back. It had been a wild night and he' d had a few beers which didn' t make things real nice....if you know what I mean.

Anyway, his business was done with one violent erruption of what I call " Projectile Poopy" . He went through a few paper towels, dressed and we continued on up the mountain. About 10 three of us said we' d meet up at a particular spot in the hemlock swamp. So we' re standing there and I smell something really bad. I asked if he had to go again. He said no, but the smell has been with him all mourning. He thought it was gas. The other guy arrives and said... who stinks.

Well, we had to investigate. He took off his nice wool woolrich jacket and we found the source. He had cleared his pants from the path of his dark eruption but forgot about his nice new suspenders. Yuk!!