The Wild Poo Incident
So my mate’s out walking his dogs in the woods when the rumbling starts. You know the one. The this is happening now kind.
No toilets. No time. He dives off the path and goes full Bear Grylls, trousers down, squatting behind a tree, praying no one comes by. Sweet, sweet relief.
Just as he’s doing up his pants, he hears a voice from down the hill. “Alright, mate?”
It’s his friend. With his dogs.
The dogs spot him and sprint up like they’ve found buried treasure. Except… the treasure wasn’t buried.
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efore he can even wave them away, both dogs are nose-deep in his freshly laid “forest deposit”… and chomp.
He’s now forever known in our group as The Human Treat Dispenser.
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