You see, my cousin Danny had a huge guy party for his birthday and during that huge guy party which most likely involved a lot of beer and a lot of bonfires (probably provoked by a lot of beer), it appears that all the firewood was used up. Meaning my family arrived at the cabin this weekend with nothing to burn in which to keep us from freezing to death. This wasn't too big of a problem because we had an axe and we were in the middle of the forest, so my uncle decided he would get the adults together and he would drive across this little creek, split more wood and then hull it back to the cabin.
During which my uncles back left tire sunk into the mud causing a very long, incredibly muddy twenty minutes in which everyone had to push the truck with all their might trying to move it from the hole the tire created. We eventually freed the truck of its muddy restraint, but not without getting our jeans as well as the truck, covered in a new shade of brown with was splattered stylishly across all of us.
Guys, if Jana and Joe haven't found you yet I suggest you enroll in Witness Protection.