Have you ever battled a swarm of mosquitos with an orange bandana while taking a dump in a hole and then one particularly angry swing causes the weight on the hand that's propping you up to shift, causing your left cheek to dip into the mound of filth below? Neither have I. Until June 24, 2008.
Let me just say that this was a top 10 most enjoyable moment of my life. My colon was a rumblin' and the skeeters must have heard it because as soon as my pants came down, it was like handing out free tickets to an all you can eat buffet.
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