Gary goes on to explain that after they stumbled around a bit, Bobby Jon (also clearly drunk, though less so) got it into his head to move a "stump" that turned out to be a giant tree. As Judd tries to help Bobby Jon lift it, he manages to conk himself in the head with the tree and knock himself on his ass. Gary, years of fellow-athlete-wrangling behind him, tries to grab the back of Judd's shirt and get him to sit down, but Judd falls down anyway. Everybody tells Judd that they can probably get the tree in the morning and don't absolutely need to take care of it right this second. "We're fine," Gary reassures him. Judd almost manages to fall over the tree one more time before the scene ends. Man, it's very dangerous to put yourself in that position, drinking until people will mock you. You wind up spending something like five months making the following point in your own defense: "We were not making out! I was merely babbling incoherently and I happened to be speaking very quietly!" Not that I know anyone who has had to do specifically that, although if I did, it would be completely true.
The next morning, Gary brings some wood around camp. Not a giant stump-tree, but still good. Danni and Steph are talking, and Danni mentions just how much she didn't enjoy the snoring and throwing up on Judd's part. Confronted about whether he threw up in the shelter, Judd insists that he didn't -- he went off into the woods and threw up there. Danni and Gary immediately inform him that he certainly did not -- he threw up right next to where they were sleeping. And then we actually get a shot of it, which I have to think I could have lived without. Although it is the season of on-screen vomiting, I suppose, so why stop now? "It's all a blur to me, man," Judd finally says. That's a great scene. "You threw up in the shelter." "I DID NOT!" "You did, too." "Oh."