idk if i've ever told this story here, but since i'm sure you'll be sour i chased off knight with my very rude cyberbullying
there was a place out near lebanon, PA we'd drive to from hershey on monday nights because they had a wing special that was stupid good, and the wings were delicious
they had like 30 flavors of wings and the nuclear hot were bearable but very hot, and delicious, and i'd occasionally mix in 6 of those with whatever flavor i had
one night after i'd downed about 24 wings and a couple beers, i was driving back to hershey through farm country and a rumbling in my gut was so loud i heard it over the radio
a couple minutes later i felt a pound of shit just angrily forcing itself through my digestive system with the nuclear force promised on the menu and i had to pull my truck over on the side of the road and run out into the middle of this cornfield and drop my pants and let loose
turns out a corn husk works great as toilet paper in a pinch