Saturday, June 17, 2006
A startling realization
I just realized that I never in my entire life have crapped outside. Not in a remote field. Not in a hole whilst camping. Not in a port-a-potty. Not on a neighbor's doorstep. Not in a basement window egress. Not even on a sleeping hobo's chest.
there's always tomorrow to accomplish that feat...
You know, I had nearly this same epiphany last weekend, except I'd never peed outside. I remedied that. Several times. Thanks to alcohol.
Right you are, Some Girl!! Let's just say you should look first before taking that first step out of your front door tomorrow!
Wendy, I suppose it's different for girls, but guys pee outside all the time. Hell, I'm peeing outside through an open window RIGHT NOW as I type this. It's genetic.
You don't know what you're missing, man. Live begins after you've poo'd outdoors.
I did a #2 outside when I was in Hot Springs N.C. I didn't really have a choice. I was on the AT and needed to go. Right then. I used newspaper for toilet paper. The flies had lunch. It worked out well for everyone, I guess.
That is really, really sad. I think you should take care of this right away.
"next-blogged" my way here ... so glad I did, so I could help you out.
Don't wipe with poison ivy. My cousin did that, and it was not pretty. I know; she showed me.
Phil and Spinning Girl, you are both right. This is something in my life that must be "rectalfied" (sorry, couldn't resist). It'll happen. Somehow, some way. It will happen.
And SG...I'm not sure what's worse, your cousin wanting to show you her blistered, oozing ass, or you not avoiding having to look at it at all costs, including threatening to punch her in the throat if she so much as touched her belt buckle.
Maarmie, I can picture the headline now! "Hot number 2 makes hot lunch at Hot Springs!" Sensational!
There is always Duluth in a couple of weeks. I can think of one guy that could use a steaming pile left at his front door. :)