Personal best was 52 in the camp director's closet he called a cabin. Well, OK - there were three of us so that's 14 each I guess, and we ran out of frogs so we also used newts, but the 'spirit' of the event was the same.

My cousin, a farm boy, had to board in town during the week and had a room-mate who wouldn't wake up in the morning. He brought in a small bit of electric fencing from the farm one Sunday night. His roomie got up rather sharpish the next morning ...

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