Our friend Cherri is an avid runner. She told us once that while she was in the middle of a 5 mile run she was suddenly struck with a violent case of the BG's (bubble guts) and was forced to "pull over" and handle her business in the nearby woods. With no toilet paper in site she was faced with a grim decision... either finish out her run messy or sacrifice one of her socks for the cause. She made the right choice except that she actually kept the sock, ran with it the rest of the way balled up in her hand and washed it when she got home. Now that is a special sock.