Thunderbox, crapper, port-a-potty...whatever you wanna call it, I just visited ours. Its 6pm and still 120 degrees F (49 C for you limey bastards) so sitting in the "hot box" like Cool Hand Luke isn't on the top of my list of fun things to do right now. The worst part of the deal is that they cleaned it an hour ago. You'd think that'd be a good thing, but it ends up being hotter than a Brazilian rain forest in there. Add in TP that you can see through, and you got something I'm not gonna miss later this week! Sweeeeeeet!
Thankfully, I got over my fear of sitting down in a porta-potty months ago. That was something I knew would have to change, because all this fine cuisine I'm consuming must go somewhere. Most of the time I walk around here feeling bloated like the goldfish that my brother overfed while I was a summer camp. Except I can't crap in a fishbowl. I was going to try something similar to that at a party once--but I was talked outta performing an "upper decker" by a friend of the homeowner. (Google it if ya don't understand)
Tomorrow is my last regular day of work. Then the next day we have to go thru 8 or 9 different departments to be cleared to fly. Its an all-day thing. Basically, they do this because the turnover rate is so high. Lots of people don't wanna come back, so they plan it as if you were gonna go AWOL. Ah hell, its time to go...which will make it 1 and 2 wake ups?....wait, my count is off.....tonight.....tomorrow....a wake up...but tomorrow is a wake up.........ah shit, don't matter.
2 smart ass comments:
Ah the upper decker..that shit brings back memories!
My stint in the desert had NO port-o-pot. Hole in the ground, dug with your own two.
We stocked up on the t p though.
Somehow good t p made crappin in a hole seemed more civilized.
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