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Well said, Sundogger. I do remember once, long ago, a group of us Boy Scouts camped overnight on the Appalachian Trail. One of my fellow scouts had to take a dump. And discovered nobody had brought any TP or kleenex.
Which gave him the choice of tree leaves, his fingers, or nothing.
He chose "leaves", but looked pretty ill-at-ease the rest of the night.
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And we wipe our butts with virgin forest.
Well said, Sundogger. I do remember once, long ago, a group of us Boy Scouts camped overnight on the Appalachian Trail. One of my fellow scouts had to take a dump. And discovered nobody had brought any TP or kleenex.
Which gave him the choice of tree leaves, his fingers, or nothing.
He chose "leaves", but looked pretty ill-at-ease the rest of the night.
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