Worst experience of my shitting life was when I didn’t defecate prior to the monthly jog. Luckily I could squeeze through the fence of the golf club I was near, and it was early enough nobody was around to ‘report’ me, AND they had the course’s bathroom door unlocked. Now I just exercise at home where there’s a bathroom within safe jumping distance.
I always thought they were chopped oak trees, because of the professor’s name and all. It’s funny how kid logic just connects things and you never even think about the conclusions until asked about them.