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One on of our frequent road trips, there came a time, as there always
does, when we all had to go pee. In the French tradition, we stopped
by the side of the road to relieve ourselves in the vegetation. We
all got out of the car, spaced ourselves appropriately around the edge
of a small grassy area, and got down to business. It was a rather
windy day, however, and it so happened that Jef was in my lee. I
watched in horror/glee as my golden droplets were swept up in a gust
and spattered across Jef.
All I remember beyond that is running frantically around the field
trying to get away from Jef, who was screaming obscenities behind me.
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