Bad eggs. Ish.
While we're on the topic, anybody remember Rockin' The Hills? Outdoor rock concert up by Bottineau.
On the way up, I had a premonition, and the need became more and more urgent as we got into Bottineau. Was starting to sweat. Got to a gas station, had to wait in line to use the bathroom. It was seriously touch and go by the time it was my turn.
Got in, and the toilet was plugged, and full. To the top. Actually overfull. Like, stacked up above the rim. I had to hover, and add to the mess.
Switching gears, the dehydrated all-in-one dinners that an outfitter would supply, can be an unbelievable source of gastro-ruption. In particular, I steer clear of Cajun Chicken.