Sorry guys and gals....I had to go to work....OK here's the scoop on this character... About a month ago a group of us went to Dillon Beach....if you read the thread about the campout you will remember a guy that I called "Lee's friend"...this is him....They had been camped out since May and scrounged everything out of the dumpster they could get their hands on....lived in a not too old RV...full of crap and I mean like 18" deep on the windshield....even had a Mercedes...again not all that old either...all the tents and stuff he had gathered up....The cows were not fenced in and they went through his stuff and took a wizz on the tent in the blowing wind, kinda like a firehose..it was all soaked..full of cow pies also...all this while they were there!!!.....So Sat. night this guy shows up at our campfire...either really drunk or high or both...talking to himself, playing with a stick like a miniature fighting staff.......then talked to Sue and I....After the novelty of the conversation wore off...I got up on the pretense of getting a beer and left him....Sue finally left also...He started talking to Lee....Lee tried to get him back onto Sue and I and we bolted....he had several office chairs...a file cabinet...bunches of bicycles and tents etc....and the wind blew it all over the place and the cows just worked the rest of it over....Sue eventually played possum hoping he would leave...we made her laugh from across the campfire and she was stuck with him....I found it all amusing...especially since this photo is after he set it all back up...it was worse than this!!!!....but I have a sick sense of humor...

.Doug
PS this has absolutely nothing to do with a potluck...just thought it was a funny caption....and an attempt to lighten things up a little...I guess you had to be there....but there were a lot of us that were and got a laugh out of it all.