I’ve given it some thought.
I’d never want to have a second-day-of-the-fest porta potty knocked onto me by a giant cranky bird. That’s what I decided.
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I’ve given it some thought.
I’d never want to have a second-day-of-the-fest porta potty knocked onto me by a giant cranky bird. That’s what I decided.
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Neither would I. I heard once of an older fellow (probably about what my age is now) who got tired of the local ruffians tipping over his outhouse, so he moved it back a few feet one day. The guys never did come back for the shoes they lost.
2-man Porta-Potty racing is now a thing. It can be combined with the downhill race AND duct tape kayaking for a triathalon thing.
In the spirit of the original version, the guy in the back of the porta-john needs to be trying to maul the guy in the front. X-D
I love how nothing seems to phase Durnell
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I have so many stories regarding portable outhouses from my time overseas. All too long to tell here. The things young soldiers can do to one of them is astounding.
That’s one shitty situation.
well … that is one shitty situation …
I aluded to a camping event in 1984…. there was a week long event before us and all the johns were full, and baked in the sun from when they were full (in highs over 100f) up to and including us using the site, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Sunday morning, we could hear the ‘announcer’ up on the rim road saying something and everyone that could hear them CHEERED. We were camped up by the rim road… and here came the porta guys with a big trailer of empty ones…. there were musicians, women dancing, and throwing confetti and fake flower petals in front of that truck. The announcer told us, they FINALLY got an answer from the portajohn place and they are HERE!!!!! We cheered. Worst porta I ever met was in the mountains of Idaho at the top of a pass that was about 9000 feet. It was overflowing, don’t even think of stepping into it (some had apparently just opened the door and fired) and I swear the air distorted. There may have been a place to stop there, the view was nice… but that poor beleaguered porta sitting there as a lone sentinel… it was into ‘ammonia bomb’ and ‘composting in place’… there weren’t even bushes or weeds to use up there, just rocks.