I was traveling with my friend to Las Vegas and we were in the middle of the desert when my friend turned to me and said that he had to go to the bathroom rather badly.

I asked if he could wait for a few miles to get to the rest stop. He agreed.

About five minutes later he turned to me an with a rather painful look on his face, asked me to pull over and he'd run out to a bush and do his business. I agreed and began to look for an appropriate place to let him out.

He was fidgeting like mad when I finally saw a large bush off in the distance.

I pulled off the side of the road and he practically exploded from the car. He took a few steps, turned and asked me if I had some toilet paper. I didn't.

I told him to use a dollar that he had brought along to gamble with.

With that help, he disappeared behind the shrub only to reappear a few minutes later looking at his hand while flicking it towards the ground.

I watched with interest as he approached the car and got in.

I looked at his hand, which was covered in poop, I asked him how he ended up like that.

"I took your advice and used a dollar" he answered, "The first three quarters worked fine, I got into trouble with the two dimes and the nickel......."