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When I was in the Boy Scouts I had to eat one of the other scouts cooking before he could advance to second class :barf:. Long story short, it tasted better on the way back up, a few hours later it was pouring out of both ends. Added to this, it was about twenty degrees and raining, and we were in the middle of a swamp so leaving the tent was just awful every time another bout of vomiterea came on. Our leaders sure could pick them camping trips.