Cowboy Coffee

Good morning, Carl! Abacus taught me how to make cowboy coffee! You put the beans in a pot and cook the shit outta ‘em!

Whoa, gimme a cup, dude! I need my joe!

Holy fuck! This is terrible! What’s in the pot, asphalt?

Ooo… is she coffee? May I ‘ave a cup, please?

Crunch

The hike continues…

I gotta take a dump, so you guys keep going without me. Or hang back if you wanna see me glide out a pea green pool noodle.

Crap! I forgot my toilet paper! I guess I’ll wipe with this rock. Better dig in with a fat, squishy scrape!

Man, this is unpleasant.

Let’s you know you’re alive, but reminds you it’s okay to die!

Whoa, I can barely see where I dropped that heavy shit and my flashlight is fading. Which way did they go? This way? That way? Must be this way.

Fuck it’s dark underground. I wonder why?

Man, I’m totally lost. Maybe I can find a Fraggle to help me out. I wonder what it’s like being a Fraggle? Probably kinda fuzzy. Colourful. Comfortable.

Crap! My flashlight is dead! I’m practically blind! Wait a sec… don’t your other senses improve when you’re blind?

Maybe with my heightened sense of smell, I can find my trail and retrace my steps! Lemme catch a whiff!

Snort

“How was camping?” my homies back home will ask. “Sweet!” I’ll say. “I got a lost but I found my way friends again by sniffing out a dump I took.”