All the discoloration on my long johns is human shit. WD Perkins, the security officer who apprehended us, said that in his five years there no one had ever gone in the septic holding pond. I was surprised, but I guess it makes sense.


Jesse points at the man on hand! WD 4 eva!


The fire truck guy didn't seem too happy about his crap blasting detail, but WD was courteous enough to take a picture of the grotesque climax that concluded our stay at the high school cross country meet. After the water canoning we simply gang hugged Johnny Dunne and took off.