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Something happened in Costa Rica we haven’t talked about here on Blood Oath Daily. The incident has come to be known as “Poo Juice” or “Poo Joo.” Let’s just say, we were haunted by a smell. More than a smell… a sinister presence. We blamed everyone, but ourselves. There was talk of stripping down and examining each other’s butts. Instead, we left a pair of shoes behind in Costa Rica, and vowed never to speak of it again, except we keep saying, “Poo Joo” and you start laughing so hard you say, “Wait! Stop! I’m going to pee!”