Subject failure. At least partially
Under the given circumstances nudity was very expectable on this frech campsite. It was a public site with a sign saying that some dolt should unlock the toilets in the evening. All arrivers were told to install themselves. In fact the toilets were locked, but it seemed no problem to the newly-married Mrs. Timbolator and me.
As opposed to the expected key bearer, evening came (and went). Some bushes were watered by us and another couple, adding to 4 guests that night.
The next morning made it obvious: The night would be for free as well as the shit in the bushes. So after breakfast the full quartet strolled through the bushes and found their spot to dung. Obviosly quite a few visitors had done the same, so the Stinkfoot competition was disclosed. Watching unknown people crap in the bushes is definitely far from erotic. At least to me!
I had a really lovely shit in the freshest air poo_ssible.
After finishing and getting up again, i gasped in horror in sight of a giant turd i had obviously overlooked. How could i have missed this pile? And where is my humble heap? I
After some thinking i remembered the many toilet bowls i had sealed over the past years. My digestion is clearly an under-achiever.

Length? 1 ft. i guess
(timbolator successfully hiding from the authorities on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 15:38, Reply)