I will try to match the eloquence of miseryloveselders with this post;
I am putting my "elder bag" in the woods near my house. Three to four times a week I will go to the bag and have a bowel movement in it. I will make sure it is full of s**t. Once full, occasionally, I will take some s**t out of it and put different s**t in this bag. If I ever got back to the KH, I will bring this huge leather bag of s**t. Only those not oblivious to the cult they are in will smell the s**t. Those blinded will be impressed by my huge bag of s**t. I on the other hand, may get sick to my stomach carrying around the bag and it's contents.
I will offer the s**t to my neighbors and they will look at me like I am crazy, perhaps chasing me off their property. I will never actually look at most of the s**t in the bag, yet I will probably have more s**t in it than I should. It will be heavy. My son will one day aspire to have his own"elders bag" full of s**t.
I will have a rainbow of highlighters in my bag.
Yes, I am awesome. Thanks to my "elders bag" full of s**t!