Hey Mikey, this is what happens when you leave early from a Fish-In...



Seems your peanut butter fudge took up with the likes of my SPAM and Brad's limburger cheese. It had been hitting on the SPAM can (something about
hey, you look great in that can my cheesy one), and we couldn't keep them apart. The fudge had a peculiar smile on it's face after two hours, and my SPAM needed a nap afterwards. The limburger ended up in a corner grinning shamelessly.

More pics and details to follow. Need a shower after the last three days in the tent. Pheeeeewwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joseph the Stinky (and not just from the cheese).