I was just looking for my lost ring.

Right.

I believe that.

You know, I was up in Baxter Park this past weekend, and, it being nature's way and all, made frequent use of the pit toilet at the campground.

After this story, you might think that we'd all be a bit leery about lifting the lid and finding a face down there.

But not me.

I figured, what the hell, after all the chili and beer I just consumed, if you're down there dude, God help you!