Okay I’ve done this before. I was at a scout camp and there was a wooden box with two holes next to each other. We all laughed at it.

Well, wasn’t so funny when we got food poisoning that night. I became brothers with another guy from our troop that evening. We’ve never spoken about it, but we sat there in misery together that fateful night, silence, only broken by the sweet sounds of bad beef exploding, and “pass the tp”