Taming the Beast

This happened at the campground during one of our rafting trips a few years ago. It was late at night and Neil and I were walking back from the outhouse. We were whispering so as not to disturb the other campers. Neil was describing one of his worst bathroom experiences [recalled in his very own words] ...

"I was traveling in Costa Rica with Mosaic. I was on a diet for a week of rice and beans and could not go number 2 all week. We were in a hotel at the time, when I finally had to work it out somehow.

I mean, I had to get it out. I was feeling it for days.

Well, it took a while to get it going but once it started I could not stop the beast. It lifted me clear off the toilet seat. To make matters worse, afterwards the toilet would not flush this monster. I asked my friend Rick for help. He suggested I break it with a pen. I stuck the pen in and it broke off in it. Then, neither of us knew how to ask for a plunger in that type of Spanish."

He had me laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe and started rolling on the ground. We woke up all the other campers.