When you gotta go…
Just a trash can and not even close to being ready. photo from yahoo
Hey Y’all,
Another story for another day. This hopefully is proof that you all will know that I am giving you the cold, wet, nasty, waste that was our lives in 2003. Well, my actual memories have been repressed so other than still being able to feel the liquid envelope my entire posterior. The overflowing liquid splashing in all directions including running down the underside of my legs. Sitting there in the most humbling positions, all I could do was shake my head in a mixture of disgust and disbelief.
MMM, chili dogs are tasty. It is getting there but still not ready. photo from yahoo.
My advice to anyone who ever reads these words is this. “Don’t try this at home!”
Now we are talking. Filled to the brim. This is my kind of port-a-potty. photo from yahoo
Hope you enjoy the story. I forgot to mention in today’s storytime that I never got my tent building merit badge. There were giving those out when I was cleaning myself.
I almost called this story, “Never play with fire inside the tent and other stories from our six month long camping trip.” photo from yahoo
Until next time, keep on rockin!
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