I-C-A-B

This morning my bosom companion, Ray, was looking out the window. Then Ray says, ICAB. Didje know that’s a complete sentence made entirely of mere letters of the alphabet.

For good measure, Ray says, ICAB over and over until everyone yells, Shut Up, Ray! We get it, Ray!

Ray only does shit like ICAB for fun. But what about people who visit talk forums and ask questions like, How many underwear should I take to Puerto Rico?

Well maybe not underwear, but, Like which dopey camera or lens should I buy/take on my vacation? Crumby can scarcely believe anyone is so dumb they have to ask stupid questions like that on an internet talk forum. But hey, that’s what those forums are for.

Seriously though, How many underwear should I take to Puerto Rico? In the old days, before incontinence lowered its boom, Crumby could easily calculate the number of underwear for an upcoming trip. That number would correspond to the number of nights spent out in the wilderness. Like for example, four nights spent in the wilderness meant Crumby required four underwear, plus the underwear he already had on.

OK. Here’s what I think. On vacation, the food may be strange. Restrooms may be both strange and unsanitary, if you can find one at all. So given all that, probably the number of underwear recommended would be twice the nights out. Like for example, if you were to spend four nights out, you would need eight underwear. Is that correct? Eight! Yes. That is correct.