It was a hot summer day at Camp and we were

It was a hot summer day at Camp and we were getting ready to hike, sandwiches were made, water bottles filled and counselors backpacks packed. They were ready to head out when all

of a sudden a hairy spider crawled across my neck! What was happening? Next, I felt the venom rush through my blood and my hands became numb.

It was brown & hairy. Was it a Phoneutria nigriventer? I knew soon enough as my member stood solemnly at attention. I had too little time to get the antidote, so I made the best

man in my wedding also commit to dying if I died. A suicide pact. I but the poisonous brown and hairy thing in his cumperbund and

said "Surprise! It's an ancient Mongolian aphrodisiac. It's 100 percent effective, but if you rub it too much you will die. Sorry. Oh, and I changed my mind about the pact." He

Had not surprised me by revealing the Mongolian remedy was so potent.

The yak's blood tasted funky but then again it always has. The yurt seemed to be growing and snapping in league with my breathing that I realised was speeding and shallow like Hal

Holbrook after too much coffee. I sure wished I'd been drinking coffee instead of that nasty yak's blood! Yogi Bear (I think) waddled into the yurt and offered me some yogurt

. Flattered, I invited Yogi to sit down and join me in a big bowl of yogurt. YoYo Ma was playing in the background. The situation was turning around nicely. "Where's BooBoo?"