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>I am 15 at the huge Boy Scout Jambo at AP Forthill, VA
>We are there for 15 days
>All we get are MRE's
>Day 2, 72 hours remain, going on fine. MRE's are still tasty and have normal bowel movements
>Day 3, 36 hours remain, stomach and lower intestines getting a bit upset but don't mind
>Day 4, 12 hours remain, it's noon, I don't feel good
>Day 5, 12 AM I wake up in immense pain in my bowels.
>Run to the strange ass shitters they set up, mind you we are on an active Military base and have MP's everywhere in each subcamp
>Pull pants down and grasp the tops of the half ass made stall walls.
>OH MY GOD! It hurts to good in the beginning. Loads of diarrhea, you know that feeling.
>It stops but my stomach doesn't and the pain gets worse, I start biting my tounge
>Now I feel something crowning my asshole. ITS FUCKING HUGE, and it hurts. I bite the tip of my tounge straight off being so tense in pain and pushing.
>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
>Its 12 am on an active base, everyone went to sleep 3 hours ago. Life is brought back to life in the sleeping subcamp 3.
>Everyone and their patrol leader come over to the crappers
>Over 100 people come running to my location.
>They see 15 year old me in an over flowing shitter and covered in blood.
At least those guys dying took attention away from my embarrassing night. I got my tounge stitched and after that trip will never eat MRE's.
