Spread-eagled naked over a fire ant nest!
I rode a bike home from Asheboro North Carolina to the Southwest corner of Missouri once, straight through. It rained from Greensboro to Memphis, at Memphis I got off to remove some jackets. Then past Little rock it started raining again so I put the clothes back on. I guess when I took them off I threw them down on a fire ant mound. When I put them back on they went to work on me. I decided it was better to freeze to death than deal with that bullshit.
I should be iron butt approved, but considering I walked like bubba had raped me for a week. I don't need the patch.
