SHITTING IN THE WOODS

There was I, a virile young fella, conquering the wilderness of the north.

Then, in the middle of an oldy-worldy foresty kind of place, I needed, dare I say it, a shit.

I found myself a nice and welcoming and horizontal fallen tree. Just the job for this I said to myself with the wisdom of a real outdoors kind of guy. I would sit upon this fallen tree and shit.

But me money wallet dropped into the poop.

Like I said before where there is shit there is money.