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I was on a fishing trip once and was puttering around this bay with the trolling motor. We had eaten a huge fish fry a bit earlier, and I sat down to fish and put in a chew. Well, as often happens when you put in a chew, my bowels thought I must be sitting on the can, cuz I began to hear this horrid gurgleing and rumbling in my gut. I started heading to shore to go take care of business. my buddy was using the trolling motor, and about 500 years from shore I had to ask him "dude, think you can use the big motor?". He obliged, and sped me over to the shore. Unfortunatly, there were women and children near there, so I was gonna have to go find the outhouse. There is was, a solid 100 years away up a slight hill. Now, I dont know about you, but once my sphincter knows it is near, its game over. I didn't have an electronic timer, but my buddy swears he timed me at 9 seconds flat from the boat, up the dock, and into the outhouse. So there's that.
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