Friday, November 09, 2007
When I was younger I went to Camp Taum Sauk in Lesterville, Missouri, about an hour and a half outside St. Louis. Every year at camp the nurse, Hassafina, used to check campers for butt rot. She would bring us into her office one at a time, have us take down our pants, bend over and spread open our butt cheeks. I forever thought this was normal until I found out in college other campers at other camps did not have butt rot checks. To this day, I have no idea what butt rot looks like, but legend has it you could get it from hanging out in a wet swimsuit.