Jim Gaffigan with a pretty humorous look at crapping outdoors.
His words, not mine.
I must admit, I’m feeling a lot more “indoorsy” than I did when I
was younger, camping was what I lived for.
The woods, song birds, majestic mountains, hiking, foraging for
edibles, climbing trees, and being one with nature turned me on.
Now when I think of camping…black flies if it’s rainy, horse flies
when it’s sunny, ants in my potato @#$%^&* salad!, what the
@#$% is scratching on the outside of the tent?, what the @#$%
is scratching on the inside of the tent?!, I need to go…where’s
the @#$%^&* flashlight?!, etc;
It’s quite possible I’ve gotten soft as a grape.
Some great lines here…