Here’s something that never occurred to me to check for when visiting the outhouse...
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Here’s something that never occurred to me to check for when visiting the outhouse...
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"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Raoul Duke
Ha ha ha! Something similar happened to me as a kid. I was spending the summer at my grandparent's place in N. Carolina and we were visiting a friend on the other side of the river. They had a little country shack (their permanent residence) with just an outhouse shitter. I was probably 7-8 years old and had always been told to watch for those copperheadedrattlemoccasins when running around those mountains (copperheads were very common in that area). Anyway, while there, I had to hit the outhouse and shortly after sitting down, sumpin' bit my ass and I KNEW I'd been snake bit! When I busted out'ta there at a full run I 'bout ripped the door off the hinges and tripped elebenty-bazillion times since my pants were still down around my knees! I'd have made a fortune on America's Funniest Home Video's if anybody would have captured it on film. Of course I was screaming for my grandparents so they could rush me to the hospital as I KNEW I was gonna die!
My grandfather (Pop) went up to the outhouse and found a damn chicken in the hole. That bitch had pecked me on my little lily-white ass! I no longer had to poop as I must have left a trail half way back to the house! Of course, both my grandparents are long gone now, but you KNOW that story was re-told a bazillion times as I was growing up.
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness" - Mark Twain