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LMAO ~ I just don't think I will ever look at outhouses or waste baskets the same again.
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Where my husband grew up they had a two-seater and thought that they were pretty special!!!
And, no Janet, we would NEVER make fun of you :notworthy: :notworthy: :notworthy: You're our leader!!!! |
Well, I was gone for a day and look what y'all are talking about!! :tongue019:
I'd always heard that when people get really desperate for something to talk about, they discuss the weather. Y'all discuss loo's and poo!!! Really ladies!!!! LMAO :sidesplit: :sidesplit: BTW, Janet, I remember out houses, but down here we at least had toilet paper. Guess Indiana was a little behind the times. :yelrotflmao: :yelrotflmao: |
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I learn something new everyday, esp. about the Sears and Roebuck catalog lol I like Mandy am a city girl. Janet I am happy to hear that everything is back to working order. :cheer: :cheer:
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Yep, we had an outhouse till I was 9 years old - except that in the summer there would be yellow jacket nests in the ceiling so I was afraid to go in it. I'd go out behind the barn when I was little before I learned how to deal with the wasps!!! :eek:
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I'm glad some of you remember the old outhouses, great picture Sheryl. I never even thought about posting a picture. Some friends of ours had the double-seater, I almost forgot about that. Back then the catalog pages were not that slick paper like most have now, it was a little rougher.
Just think AngieDoogles if you thought they were awful in girlscouts, we had to use them ALL the time. Try going out in the wintertime....not fun. |
The Outhouse
The Outhouse The service station was slow The owner sat around, With sharpened knife and ceder stick Piled shavings on the ground. No modern facilities had they, The log across the rill Led to a shack, marked His and Hers That sat against the hill. "Where is the ladies restrooom, sir?" The owner leaning back, Said not a word but whittled on, And nodded toward the shack. With quickened step she entered there But only stayed a minute, Until she screamed, just like a snake Or spider might be in it. With startled look and beet-red face She bounded through the door, And headed quickly for the car Just like three gals before. She missed the foot log - jumped the stream The owner gave a shout. As her silk stockings, down at her knees Caught on a sassafras srpout. She tripped and fell - got up, and then In obvious disgust, Ran to the car, stepped on the gas, And faded in the dust. Of course we all desired to know What made the gals all do The things they did, and then we found The whittling onwer new. A speaking system he'd devised, To make the thing complete, He tied a speaker on the wall Beneith the toilet seat. He'd wait until the gals got set And then the devilish tyke, Would stop his whittling long enough, To speak into the mike. And as she sat, a voice below Struck terror, fright and fear, "Will you please use the other hole, We're painting under here!" |
OMG too funny!! cute one...lol:yelrotflmao: :yelrotflmao: :bravo:
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Oh my!!!! Could this thread be any funnier??
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Sheryl, that is hilarious!!!!:D There use to be a song about an outhouse...I can't remember exactly how it goes, but when I was little we had it on a 45 rpm. We use to play it and laugh all the time. I'll have to see if Mom still has it or if my brothers remember it.
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Sheryl, that was really cute!! We have a small town near-by, Longton, I think, that decorates outhouses around town and they have a celebration day. I think that it's in the spring but I'm not sure. They had one that had an airconditioner and a tv antenna!
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LMAO!!!! I'll never take my loo for granted again! :yelrotflmao:
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