Poop Tarts

Every year a group of my high school friends and I take a weekend trip and go camping. The second year of the trip I was sitting around the fire with a friend of mine discussing what we were going to do for breakfast the next morning and it came up that one of our friends's loves Pop Tarts. Once we realized we had been talking about breakfast for 30 minutes one of the guys, probably to counter act the lameness of our conversation, suggested someone shit into a Pop Tart box so our friend would get an early morning eye opener. After thinking for close to 3 seconds, I realized he was correct: I HAVE to shit into the Pop Tart box.
I took the box by the fire and laid a log that would make a lumberjack proud then put the box into the screened tent were we gathered for meals. Unfortunately, we were still passed out when our buddy woke up and found his breakfast treat so we did not get to see his horrified face. But, we did get to hear his tirade because not onlyu did it wake the entire campground I think it woke my parents up 300 miles away. Apparently when he went for his Pop Tarts he did not look into the box first and got a handful of Poop Tarts. We never told anyone who did it and we carry the tradition on every summer to this day.