 At Camp Lip, I would show up at stoplights and want to get out and start fights with people in their cars next to me. And they hadn't done anything wrong, but I had Camp Lip. It was like oozing like blisters. Not really. But as common men would say, what would you put on there, a mustard plaster? Or what would you do? And I'd get a hot towel with mustard in it and just put it on my mouth every day before I went in. Because you got Camp Lip.