[smagown]

This happened to me in 1973 in college:
I invited a pretty girl to go camping in the mountains, much to her dismay she accepted. I rented a 20'Winnebago Brave and off we went into the night. Got up in AR and looked at the gauge for the poo poo tank and saw it was full, not cool. I pulled down a lonely, dark road, put her in park. Got a flashlight and looked for the pipe with the cap and valve. We had camped all my life, starting in Army surplus tents with mosquto nets and army cots, then a pop up, so this was high cotton. I was standing in a ditch and the pipe was about chest high. I pulled the valve open and let er rip! The product shot out like a water cannon and all I could do was cover my face and mouth best I could. It covered me head to toe. I barfed my way around to the entry door looking deranged. "Ol girl took one look and said "Throw those clothes away and put this towel around you." I did as I was told and showered up, put on some foo foo powder, and the trip was all down hill from there!