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April 2010
My friend loves to tell the story of how I make a horrible lookout. We were roaming the cliffs (so poetic, right?) of Cabo de Roca in Portugal, and suddenly the urge struck us. I really, really had to pee. My friend really, really had to poo. We found a picturesque spot and I went first. Then I stepped away so she could do her business, and got caught up with the stunning view of the ocean waves beating against the rock faces. I also happened to be looking in the opposite direction of the path.
People were approaching.
Whoops.

April 2010

My friend loves to tell the story of how I make a horrible lookout.
We were roaming the cliffs (so poetic, right?) of Cabo de Roca in Portugal, and suddenly the urge struck us. I really, really had to pee. My friend really, really had to poo. We found a picturesque spot and I went first. Then I stepped away so she could do her business, and got caught up with the stunning view of the ocean waves beating against the rock faces. I also happened to be looking in the opposite direction of the path.

People were approaching.

Whoops.

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