Once upon a time, there was a camp. It was called the Cove Camp. It was an exciting retreat for christians, with swimming and hiking and chugging of gravy. But that's another story.

Anyway, our heroes, Middaymoon and a certain Gamecock fan (let's call him Cunty) were in Cabin 8L, which was a boy's cabin for ages 12 and 13. Our cabin leader was an amazing dude called John. Our cabin name, if I recall correctly, was "Dr. Phil's Therapeutic Acts of Random Monopoly Players". (I am not kidding).

One day, near the end of the week, a boy from 8R (cabins 1-4 were girls, 5-8 were boys. Left and Right, get it? Right side was always a year or two older than Left.) came to our door. His cabin had run out of toilet paper, and he wanted the use of our bathroom.

Our cabin was only really one room, with a wall halfway through the middle. There are bunk beds on one side, and a bathroom/locker room thing on the other side. Wait, lemme draw it on Paint...

Yes, I know that it is horribly disproportional, and there were showers. I just forget where. Click it for a bigger view. Anyway, that was the basic layout of our cabin, and you can see the cabin next to us. This boy, Alex, I think, wanted to poo. Now, imagine him in the stall, doing his buisness. Now imagine enough kids two fill up 3 bunk beds and two cabin leaders in that little space there. Now imagine that there are two guitarists playing a happy tune, and one John singing a song about pooping, making up the words as he goes. And all those people crammed in there are singing along, and laughing, and dacning, and banging on the door whilst Alex tries taking a crap. He left smiling.

Moral of the Story: While looking for something to wipe with, it's always more fun to visit your neighbor than to wipe with your hand.