Hot Shit
"Malodorous Methane Stifles Steak Lovers”
The Wind Blew and the Shit ...Phew!
Oink:
ahhhhh, me public! Thanks, StinKerr.
It was inspired by a certain incident in VNam involving 1. a 4-holer (crapper) 2. gasoline 3. A FNG (fuckin’ new guy)
I only tell this story when begged, or when sufficiently soused. Neither has happened yet today. But, then, it’s not yet 9AM local time.
Oink, put it together and we just might post it for all to see.
ahhhhh, me public!
In the early days of VNam, the Marines were short of everything except ammo. When in base camp, we built a head (Navy term for toilet,crapper,latrine) built of eight 50-gallon drums, stacked four on top of four. Obviously, the drums were empty and the ends cut out of them, and a wooden “4-holer” toilet seat was set atop the thing. Also, a mosquito net structure was built around it to keep some of the flies out.
To keep the flies from breeding in the shit, you had to put powdered lime down the hole daily. We didn’t have any, so every day we would remove the wooden seat, pour about a half-cup of gasoline into each hole, and light it.
So… We sent a FNG (ibid. cf. avove) out to “burn out the head” armed with a 5 gallon can of gas. You’re already ahead of me, aren’t you?
He poured in the entire 5 gallon can of gas and tossed in a match. BOOM!
The wind blew and the shit flew. So did the barrels, the lid, and the structure around them. Regimental HQ called us to ask if maybe a jet had crashed?
Do you understand that the hilarity and refreshment we got from this incident was worth the work of building a new head?
Title: Experts Baffled to Discover a Bigger Pile of Shit Than Michael Moore
Welcome to Nebraska, home of the Nation’s most productive Unicameral.