Dear dude that drinks the water,
We were all told about 836 times by our youth minister not to drink the local water when we went on our mission trip. We were told our stomachs were not used to the different type of water they have there. The consequences of digesting water and dairy products were graphically spelled out by the youth volunteer that wanted to scare us.
We made t-shirts that said, "Just say no to H20" and even had that motivational speaker, "Mr. H2-Whoa" come in. Remember him, he had that partner of his "Fire hose Frank?" They threw water balloons at us for like an hour until we were finally "soaked with knowledge" about the danger of ingesting water we did not know the origins of." Any of that ringing a bell?
Probably not, since this afternoon, during one of our breaks on the mission trip, I saw you eating an ice cream cone and drinking out of a hose someone had attached to a fire hydrant. Are you kidding me? We both know what's going to happen. This is what happens every mission trip we go on. (And don't tell me it's because you're embracing the culture or that it was an accident. Accidents like that happen on mission trips and that's not what I'm talking about. And this has nothing to do with you nobly engaging with the culture. This is about a hose.)
You're going to be sick. That's what happens next. You'll have an upset stomach and then we'll all have to move our stuff to another room or another tent so that you can have a little space because you're "sick." That's right, I used quotations. We'll have to be extra quiet during our break times, because you're "resting." And everyone will have to work a little harder because for the next day or two we're all carrying your load too and you need to "recuperate."
But what really gets me is that some of the girls on the trip are worried about you. They apparently forget that you've done this exact same thing for the last four mission trips. They are going to dote all over you. They'll bring you crackers to chew on and check on your "progress" every few hours. And, wait, I see what you're doing. I always thought you were just a horrible listener. But now I get it, this is just an elaborate way to meet girls in our youth group. I pray that you never combine forces with the dude that always brings his guitar everywhere. The two of you would be an unstoppable force, with him writing songs about being sick and you looking pale and trying your best to sing, but I just feel so "weak" from talking, could someone get me a cold washcloth for my head please?
I can't stand going on mission trips with you.
Leg drops,
Jon
The sickest I ever have been was in Romania. It was like that questionable noise you get at the end of a liquid soap bottle. At times I feared I was going to die, and later I feared I wasn't going to. An ice cube.
ReplyDeleteFlying home Carpat Air (really - that's Romania's airline - the flying carpet) didn't help. There was an aromatic meal, and I heard the stewardess - if indeed it was a woman - explain the choice. Yes or no. Well, with me it was a resounding no, but it smelt so pungent it was like I was eating it anyway...
We've been handing out nobel prizes frivolously. The guy that made my water safe, and airplane food edible - he should get one.
ED...
http://blog.myspace.com/CAUGHTNOTTAUGHT
Dude, hilarious post. I don't have any water drinking stories, but humor me while I share my experience with "getting sick on the mission trip".
ReplyDeleteOh, dear Jon. There is a lot to be said for missions work within the greater 48 as well (or 50, if you count those states way beyond the wild blue yonder...) Anyways, I had the experience of a lifetime doing missions work with a wonderful organization called *cough* YouthWorks *cough*. Have any of you been employed or done missions work with said organization? If so, you will develop an appreciation for the following: showers every four days, a strange fetish for footwashing, more sandwiches than you ever care to remember, a love for brown paper bags and the red apron of power, a tolerance for the extreme lack of sleep (what sleep?...), those strange black jumping mutant spider-cricket hybrids, running the halls in awkward costumes as your superhero of choice, and phrases such as "Yea God", "Mad Props", and "making purple". As an employee, my repetitive days were nothing less than a minor rendition of the movie "Groundhog Day". I truly had a blast, working seventeen hours a day as Coach Sarah of Outrageous Sports Camp (or maybe I was Nurse Sarah...bloody noses were common, as the community kids learned quickly that a soccer ball, when kicked forcefully into one's face, does in fact cause a bloody nose.)
Ahh, but my favorite part of this entire story is that somewhere in the process, I managed to develop an abcess on my tailbone (I know...hurl...gross...and eww...waaaay too much tmi there.) Because of this setback, *drumroll please* I had to have BUTT SURGERY in Arkansas. Yes, read that again, BUTT SURGERY. I will forevermore go down in YouthWorks history as the "back-crack boo-boo girl". Can anyone top that? Huh? I dare you. I had to drive nine hours on my stomach to get back home. Talk about a pain in the...well, you get the idea. And so goes my experience with missions work in the wonderful summer of oh eight. You, August Missions Month, rock my world. "Mad Props".
A random sidenote: There were many at-home remedies that I tried before resorting to surgery. My favorite: duct taping a piece of salty meat to the wound. (Specifically, bacon.) I was told this was supposed to be the cure-all. So I tried it. Do you know how awkward it is to have bacon strapped to your behind? Surprisingly enough, the next morning, I magically found myself in an emergency room. Go figure. I thought duct tape, when combined with bacon, had the power to cure anything.
Interesting.
ReplyDeleteI never got sick.
We were given some good advice before one of our trips. Eat yogurt every day for 30 days before our trip.
I ate the yogurt, I drank the water, and I didn't get sick.
And I'm not known for having a strong stomach.
Now, I wonder if that really worked?
My husband went on a mission trip to Bolivia when he was in high school, and the family they were staying with decided to make them an "American" meal one night: cheeseburgers. How do you turn down mission food, especially food made by the locals, who want to help ease culture shock and make you feel at home? The team had all been warned not to drink the water, but I guess no one had told them that the locals don't pasteurize their dairy. EVERYONE was sick - even the doctor they'd brought along in case someone got sick! They actually ran out of medicine, so a few people had to just let it run its course with no Immodium AD or Pepto or anything. My husband was one of those sad few, but he'd gotten it worse than anyone else, it seemed. He lost something like 10 pounds in two days (he is already a very lean guy to begin with). He was severely dehydrated, but since the doc was out of meds, they didn't know what to do. While everyone else was away at a party for the host family (ew - doesn't that sound kind of parasitic?), he lay in bed, wishing he would just get better or die already. Suddenly, a Bolivian nurse stormed into his room, rolled up his sleeve, jammed a needle into his arm, attached it to an IV bag, looked around the room for something to tie it up with, saw his hiking boots, pulled out one of the laces, tied the bag to the top bunk of his bed, and left without saying a word. Apparently there was a mission hospital across the street, and the doc had asked them if they could get some IV fluids to keep this poor kid from dying. My husband said it was one of the scariest experiences of his life at the time and now is one of the funniest. The only thing that could have made it better, according to him, is if she had swung in the window on a vine.
ReplyDeleteno words but......ewwwwww
ReplyDeleteDiarreah is a nice, inexpensive souvenier. Like you said in another post, no one cares about the tribal mask, or the basket you brought home from your trip. But diarreah stories last forever.
ReplyDeleteI love me some good parasite.
And local bologna.
My story isn't so much about drinking the water. I made the mistake of having a hot sauce eating contest with an El Salvodoran in his home land. Let's just say those peppers burnt me twice.
ReplyDeleteAlso, in my circle of friends, most of whom are missionaries, we refer to the "getting sick" as "peeing out the butt". I know, it's gross.
I've only done domestic missions, so I don't have water stories...but I would like to give a shout out to sarah s. for mentioning Youthworks! I have gone on two trips as a student and one as an adult leader, and my brother worked for them for 2 or 3 summers. Big youthworks family. So, I identified with you, Sarah S., and thought you were hilarious...sometimes I wish I had a happy fun bag hanging around just to make me feel better...
ReplyDeleteOh wait, I do have a water story. My brother went on a trip to Guatemala a few years back. He didn't drink the water, but he drank something else at some point and came home with a parasite. He never, ever gets sick, but this thing was volatile. I have not seem him that ill since he was 3 and had his appendix out. It was awful. It didn't kick in till he came home, at least, but then again, that means no girls to "check in" on him...
Funny story: They warned us repeatedly not to drink the water in Mexico. So we all bought Coke from local stores. No one bothered to warn us that they recycle their glass bottles. Which of course, implies that they are washing them IN THEIR WATER!!! Yup. Everyone on our trip was somewhat sick - more or less depending on how much Coke we had consumed. Most of us lost about 10 pounds in a week. Except the one girl who actually brought Immodium AD. Suddenly, she became everyone's best friend (fortunately, she really WAS my best friend, so I was welcome to my share of the goods and fared a little better than some of the other kids!!!).
ReplyDeleteI'm reminded of when our church first began missions in Guatemala...a group had gone and become ill. Very few of them spoke Spanish (in any form.) The story goes that one of the men on the trip ran into the pharmacy looking for Immodium AD. Being unable to communicate it clearly to the pharmacist he hollared (good Texas word for ya) "Rapido-doo-doo" - no joke...it is infamous in some circles of people at our church!
ReplyDeleteGreat post...laughed and laughed and laughed...
P.S. Sarah S...I don't know what to say. Not shocked by the butt surgery, it was the bacon and duct tape that got me :)
Ah, stupid people. I suppose I should thank them for putting me through so many spiritual trials, and making me a stronger, more loving Christian, except for the fact that I have no desire to do so.
ReplyDeleteI will spare you my torrid tale of food poisoning on the way home from Israel. Not a missions trip, but it was the Holy Land and all, so that would kinda count, right? Either way, ugh.
when i was in peru, not thinking i bought a huge cluster of grapes from the local market. i ate them all cause they were the best i have ever eaten. everyone on the team freaked out thinking i was gonna die. i enjoyed the grapes, finished building the church and all was well internally and externally, dont drink the water, but eat the grapes. they are "amazing"
ReplyDeletei don't want to give your story out...but implore you to share it pastor brad...be annonymous, whatever...i think jon's people would enjoy it.
ReplyDeletemuch love, your sister...the captain of teamstrand
How about these guys...
ReplyDelete"You know what would be great? Putting lots of exlax in Ricky's food BEFORE we go to Mexico. Hilarious!"
"Even better - let's ALL take some right before we get on the plane!"
And that's how 4 guys ended up with mission-trip-stomach before leaving home.
On a mission to northern Korea,
ReplyDeleteA guy on our team said,
“I’ll see ya’”.
Soon we all did suppose
That he drank from some hose
For he came back with bad diarrhea
New hit single:
ReplyDelete"Bacon Wrapped *ss Crack"
by Butt Surgery in Arkansas
I start working on the cover art immediately...
I have never been on a missions trip but when I go. I will be sure to bring some Immodium AD.
ReplyDeleteI went to Brazil with a certain group that used the 4 spiritual laws. Our team director was NOT very flexible. Kind of "my way or the highway". Or the airplane. He was "trained". He was big and self confident. And he had big issues with females who spoke their own opinion or questioned HIS "wisdom". His name was , uhhh, rhymes with Mo. Only his started with a J. We realized if you scrambled his name ONLY using the available letters, it was El Jerko. Even the locals were wary of him. HE thought he was Billy Graham, they didn't. Not a nice guy.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I ended up sick from some tomatoes and lettuce. A quite wealthy and educated local family were providing our dinner and did little more than scorn our desire to not eat lettuce and stare at me because of my very Irish coloring. And stare. And STARE. AND STARE. I was overtired and NOT hungry. My Portuguese speaking room mate thought I was an idiot for not wanting to eat locally grown lettuce. She should have known better, having grown up in Brazil in a British family. Lettuce is a bacteria hotel with all the nice spots for the bugs to hide. But for the sake of group harmony and not wanting offend the family, I was "obedient and teachable" and ate the food. Within 12 hours I was violently and painfully ill. So we asked around for a doctor and ended up on the patio of a clinic. Where he diagnosed me with cancer. Before taking my pulse. Or asking my name.
Then I find out that his was a MATERNITY clinic!!!! So to check me out, they had a GROUP sonogram so all the staff "could see what a white woman looks like on the inside". After I was done and in the waiting room, the other patients looked at me like the whore of Babylon. No wedding ring you see. During the consult, my room mate refused to translate words like "uterus". Apparently that is a bad word and caused her too much shame to say out loud.
After El Boss Man found out I was sick, I was told it was time to head home and find out what was wrong. The Boss was happy to see me leave, due to all my requests that anything that was said in private to him REMAIN private. I guess when you are told to fill out a "private and confidential" questionnaire, it wasn't.
We had complaints like "is this the best way to ....", "can we have more access to SLEEP" or the fact that HE made goo-goo eyes at his fiance ALL THE TIME, but we weren't allowed to get close to anyone of the opposite sex. We all were college students or graduates. Grown adults, not high school kids. He even spent 2 hours discussing the evils and perils of relationships one morning, and in front of everyone, took off strolling the beach with his fiance. He was a flaming hypocrite and everyone knew it, but for some reason he loathed ME. I seemed to notice this and was seen by the higher ups "being annoyed". Then he used MY illness to get rid of me. Not once did we head to a farmacia and ask for medicine. Or find a non useless doctor. My room mate tearfully told me that he was actually planning to send me home anyway, and was not willing to let me stay and recover.
This guy regularly mocked people who didn't leave everything and go overseas to be missionaries. He spat out the phrase "who needs a house and a white picket fence?" ALL the time.
Last I heard he managed a restaurant in the Mid-West because his wife was weary of all the travel. "Stuck" at home, like some kind of loser. He really preached that to be a servant you need to be in a foreign country. I wonder if their fence is white?
Now that I am prepping to go overseas again, in my mid 40's, I already know what my expectations are. And I have done plenty of research, I will keep ALL my own cash and my passport. I will know enough of the local languages to function alone and I will know EXACTLY how to deal with things.
I am quite aware that God is calling me to go, but I am thankful to NOT be that young and naive. I am older, wiser and will have enough Immodium AD to feed an army. And our team leader is a wise older man with 30 trips to the same place under his belt. No more arrogant cowboys. The group I am going with has years of experience in the destination country and is focused on the same job. We are not jumping in, being impressive, finding some missionaries to guide us/clean up after us and then leaving.
We do the exact same thing that groups before us have done, and groups after us will do. There will be hard work, pre-trip training, pre-trip meeting of the team. I find the leadership to be mature adults not going for a vacation. Anytime I have spoken with the leader, I get the vibe that he wants use to use our minds. YAY!!! No more strict and arrogant cowboys, no more shock and awe!!!
And no more messing with people's faith, their hearts and their health.
Be aware people, be aware.
unreal, high school youth group just became much more clear. hilarious!
ReplyDeletePerfect use of quotation marks in this post.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in Egypt--not on a mission trip, but still relevant in terms of the story--the joke was that the girls, many of whom had traveled widely and were former Peace Corps folk, would eat anything, and the guys were super-delicate and picky. I will forever treasure the look on the faces of the three guys we were with, one of them an ex-Marine, when my friend and I drank local mago juice, followed by some unidentifiable food from a street vendor which he didn't even give us on a plate, he just threw down on the wooden table, followed by the half-eaten frozen fruit cup we bartered with a street kid for. Neither of us were sick. We are LEGEND among the group we were with. That story gets told any time we all reunite, and the guys in tones of hushed awe will say, "Dude, it was a HALF EATEN FRUIT CUP from a street kid AND THEY USED HIS SPOON!" while Jen and I smile smugly and silently thank our tungsten tummies.
ReplyDeleteOh Jon,
ReplyDeleteIf you've never done time in a Latin American hospital, well you're just not living!
I traveled with a guy whose mantra was that you could ignore all warnings about intestinal parasites if you follow 2 rules:
ReplyDelete1. Always drink Coke when it is available (not as a water substitute, more like a liquid talisman).
2. Eat the spiciest food available, from whatever source you can get it.
He never had to go home early. In fact, I think our trip to El Salvador was the first time he had even bothered to go home with the group with which he came.
First trip overseas - my pastor and another preacher and I go to an all-night taco stand. None of us thought that the sauce would be a problem. Delicious tacos. Not so delicious results. The three of us were in the same room. I still have nightmares.
ReplyDeleteThen there was the time the van broke down and we were all taken to revival meeting in a lingerie truck...
My story: Korea. Spicy food. Gut reaction. No western toilets, just an outdoor stall with a hole in the cement floor. New appreciation for things we take for granted.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, where are the malaria stories? I've heard it never goes away once you've contracted it. There's a souvenir for you!
Love the blog.
Wow, Jon - tell us how you really feel. ha ha ha
ReplyDeleteThat dude has been on every trip I've been on. He is such an idiot.
ReplyDeleteThe comments to this post win the TMI and OMG awards in my book.
ReplyDeleteBacon and duct tape? On your butt? Seriously?
I am a missionary in Mexico and I can SO relate...
ReplyDeleteWe host groups almost every month that come from Canada or the US.
We are very careful and explain what's safe and what's not safe to drink any time we go out. And yet still each time no matter how many times we tell them not to...someone goes and does it. It's almost like they take it as a challenge. "She told me not to...but I'm gonna try it to see if I'll really get sick..."
In our experience though we've always had people well-prepared for this sort of thing. Almost every person on every team usually brings a whole box of Imodium and Pepto Bismal besides. They often leave what they don't use behind...
I now have a lifetime supply of the stuff for an entire orphanage...
Yeah, sounds like a good plan, until you get someone like me in the group that thinks the guy ought to know better. Nope, no sympathy for being that stupid happening here ;)
ReplyDeleteAhh yes, We went on a mission trip to Tijuanna and the the YWAM (Youth With A Mission) staff had a nice little song to welcome us with. I don't remember all the verses but this one just stuck:
ReplyDeleteVerse 1:
Don't drink the water or else you'll get "ED"
Explosive Diarreah, you'll wish you were dead!
Chorus:
I love Tijuanna, the water's good for you and the dogs are friendly.
I love Tijuanna, I wanna come back every year!
Good times...
Of course, I'm the guy on the team with the Cast-Iron stomach. I used to be paranoid about what I ate, drank, even touched, but kept finding myself in situations where I couldn't really turn down what I was being offered. I remember watching a street vendor in Indonesia prepare "rujak," a spicy fruit salad that I was going to be expected to eat. She cut the fruit with the rustiest knife I've ever seen, poured tap water into the sauce, and mixed it all up with her hands. I was sure I was going to die, and spent the entire time praying that God would "deliver me from the fruit salad." I finally ate it, at the insistence of my host family, and wouldn't you know it: it was the *best* rujak I ate on that entire trip! Never got sick, either, though I was the only one who didn't.
ReplyDeleteI've spent plenty of time tending to those wounded by local cuisine, though. My advice: Leave the Immodium at home. That stuff is just like dropping mentos in a coke bottle and then sticking a cork in it. Sounds gross, but that stuff is trying to get OUT for a reason--let it!
I spent two months in Bangladesh. I never drank unfiltered water the whole time I was there. The night I came back I had a steak dinner. Bad idea. Diarrhea all night and by sunrise my butt was "dry heaving".
ReplyDeleteI think someone mentioned this before, but it really is true that there is a lot of "poop talk" on missions trips. I don't know if it's because diarrhea is so rampant or there's a need to support one another through unusual plumbing situations or what. But seriously, I think the poop talk deserves its own post... it is a well-established phenomenon.
ReplyDeletesarah s. -
ReplyDeleteI read your comment this morning. I have been out most of the day running errands and whatnot. For some reason, I keep getting a visual of someone duct taping bacon to their butt crack, laughing out loud, and getting strange looks from people in my immediate vicinity.
Here's what I want to know:
What was the reaction of the hospital staff after being informed that you had taped bacon to your butt? I imagine you're still the topic of many water cooler conversations...
I was that dude in 1991 on a missions trip with Josh McDowell to the Soviet Union.
ReplyDeleteI thought I was safe because I used ice.. little did I know that ice is just another form of water and can still make you sick.
Misty--
ReplyDeleteI had a hard time keeping it taped on. It kept sliding this way and that way, and it fell off a time or two. Needless to say, I had to readjust the bacon quite a few times.
Oddly enough, my nurse nodded and told me she thought her dad had tried that once too.
Mind you, I was in the backwoods of Arkansas...
Enough said.
Purell is king...
ReplyDeleteone of the worst experiences I had was getting the 'trotts'/ squits / dexie's midnight runners (whatever you want to call it) and having to find an outhouse at the back of a Guatemalan family's hut. No toilet was involved just a plank and a dingy hole in the ground. No toilet paper either. Brutal.
That experience is imprinted in my memory.
How to avoid such events on mission - Purell all the way!
Natros, that is the best analogy for Immodium that I have ever heard. So gross, but so true.
ReplyDeleteJon -
ReplyDeleteI meant to say, "great post" and "enjoyed it very much", but the bacon thing really distracted me!
sarah s. -
The fact that the nurse had actually heard of the salty meat in the buttcrack remedy makes your story that much funnier! (I'm sure it wasn't too funny at the time, so I'm glad you can laugh about it now. I can hardly stand to wear g-string underwear -- can't imagine having an abcess "down there".)
Um..yeah. Tiffany was correct. The comments section of this post definately gets the TMI and OMG award for the month (if not of all time).
Kinda has you rethinking the whole "disable the comments moderation" thing, huh?
Oh no! THAT guy
ReplyDeleteJon,
ReplyDeleteMaybe a future blog should be entitled "Stuff Christians like to tell you in order to get you to do something completely ridiculous (that they would never in a million years try themselves) so that they have the ability to use you in next week's sermon illustration entitled 'What not to do during your next missions trip'." Just a thought.
PS--I salute you, Mr. "I have found uncommon uses for oh-so-common pork products". Not only can it serve medicinal purposes, it can provide for a tasty, (not-so-) nutritious snack afterwards. Yummy.
I remember a missionary to Kenya related "The Missionary's Prayer" to my church fellowship:
ReplyDelete"Lord, I'll get it down if You'll keep it down."
This invocation has also proved useful during questionable potluck meals.
I went to Bangladesh in '99, and during our visit we went to the slum area, on a day with water just raining down.. we visited a lady who sent her son off to fill the kettle, and made us a cup of tea, from water that was poured from a pump next to the open toilets. We definately said grace before that 'meal', and we were all fine. Having said that, after going to India, on the way home (New Zealand) I got sick - I am pretty sure it was from something I ate at the airport in Singapore but more than likely it was probably over tiredness, too many strange foods, and that cockroach I found in my ice cream a few nights before I left Calcutta. Was glad to be sick at home, rather than while travelling etc. Slept for three twelve hour blocks straight (sleep 12 hours, wake up and eat, then back to bed and sleep for 12 hours) I was so out of it, I couldn't remember getting up to eat!
ReplyDeleteDiarreah is its own diet plan. Get off the couch and the X box and head to a country to drink some water ... boom, you've dropped five pounds - maybe ten.
ReplyDeletejennym -- wow. that is nuts. i wanna punch that guy - ish.
ReplyDeleteYou've just been served...
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bah ha ha! My husband was That Guy on missions trips in high school! but, they did let him bring home lots of machetes...gotta love central america!
ReplyDeleteI have only one thing to say: Never eat the pigs in blankets -- or whatever the British call them; I forget the name -- that they sell in the tourist shop at Stonehenge.
ReplyDeleteThat is all.
(And you thought British food was boring.)
"But what really gets me is that some of the girls on the trip are worried about you. They apparently forget that you've done this exact same thing for the last four mission trips. They are going to dote all over you. They'll bring you crackers to chew on and check on your "progress" every few hours."
ReplyDeleteI now seriously regret never going on a missions trip and drinking the water. I'd love to have girls dote on me...
LOL! That is so funny... I'm going to read about the dude that always brings the guitar now... I think I know him!
ReplyDeleteSNORT.
ReplyDeleteGag.
Cough.
3 months in Guatemala with FIVE of my OWN children..
YOU tell them not to drink the water in the bath!
Andrea
Thanks so much for this humorous BUT true story. I am a missionary in Honduras and this is sooooooo what happens. We began telling people last year "if you drink the water you WILL die". Even that did not deter some people. That applied to eating things off the street too.A friend who was here on a mission trip last week sent me this site.He did not drink the water and is safely back home in the US hopefully not getting E-Coli or Salmonella poisoning.
ReplyDeleteHa! There was a guy who brought his guitar on the mission trip to Costa Rica, and I, (a girl) thought (for the first day and a half) that he was kind of cool; singing songs half in spanish and what not. But then I saw the light: he was annoying because he sucked the focus onto himself. Go ahead and a strum mister; if you break a string I won't mind.
ReplyDeleteHe was also the guy, incidentally, who sprained his ankle on a hike and had to be carried down the mountain on a home-made stretcher (which was amazing), then limped around for two days on home-made crutches but them miraculously had the strength to carry a huge wooden pizza tray by himself with no crutches or anything ...
This is the best/worst I have heard about...Another team in India (hmmm what is it about India?) had to use a squat toliet (just imagine a hole in the floor and ah sharing that hole with the movements of the world) So in the middle of the night this man on the team goes out to use the squat and since the squat was on the hill, one actually had to work at keeping his balance. So as he steps in to use the squat he has his flashlight in his mouth and as he squats he loses his balance and well the flashlight falls in the mess and without thinking he grabs the flashlight and puts it back in his mouth (Arrgh!! and so much more). The team then heard a scream into the night. And Im thinking of the unnamed diseases taking place and how could he ever share this story. And as for his wife ah I dont think toothpaste or any amount of Scope would take it away.(beautifulache08.blogspot.com)
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