Always enjoy your art work and loved the scorpion. This one reminds me of a thinking man. Evidently the women of the house is not knocking on the door to get in because he seems to enjoying his "private time." My dad always told me if I wanted time to think, build an outhouse and line the seat with rabbit fur. All of the world's problems could be solved in such a place.
I reelly like it. Put a "door" frame next to him with an angry woman "outside" knocking on it. Mike
"Profit begins when you buy NOT when you sell." {quote passed down to me from a wise man}
Now go beat the copper out of something, Miked
By the way my out house is a two story version. Out of respect for the wife, I put hers on the main level so that I am the only one that has to climb the stairs. No doubt, I do not get interrupted. For some reason she prefers the indoor plumbing and I do not understand. Her only response was "Crap happens."
Hoping someone would bite. The sign has changed since it became a "thinking house."
I would think the upper level would be best since....well the gravity thing, Sort of like how some things roll down hill. Mike
Does SHIIIIIIIIIIt run up hill or down? i don't know i am a city boy. Where is the hand rail? i would never make it
The lower level or the trees are for those that need a hand rail. That is why the wife gets the lower level. And by the way, it does not run until you retire or you are sick. At my age I cannot trust a fart, so it is down hill from here. Sorry if I derailed a thread, I am trying to talk crap.
I got an outhouse story for you Patriot. My dad owned a tractor salvage/junk yard/fur buying outfit from way before I was born up until the day he died in 2007. He was one of these tight Germans from Russia that we have in the Dakotas. Spending a dollar was out of the question, so he never had indoor plumbing at the yard. The outhouse was a two seater!!! Side by side baby. Never understood that. Anyway, I spent after school time and summers at the yard and hated it. My friends were playing baseball, and doing kid stuff, but that's another story. So, as an 8 or 9 year-old kid I did what any kid would do. Find the biggest piece of cast iron I could lift that would fit down the hole and see what happens when I drop it in. Needless to say I got a face full of sh!t n p!ss. Even got it in my eye. Haven't dropped anything in an outhouse since.
Now that's blowing up the out house!
Sirscrapalot - MASH!
[QUOTE=pjost;225093]I got an outhouse story for you Patriot. My dad owned a tractor salvage/junk yard/fur buying outfit from way before I was born up until the day he died in 2007. He was one of these tight Germans from Russia that we have in the Dakotas. Spending a dollar was out of the question, so he never had indoor plumbing at the yard. The outhouse was a two seater!!! Side by side baby. Never understood that. Anyway, I spent after school time and summers at the yard and hated it. My friends were playing baseball, and doing kid stuff, but that's another story. So, as an 8 or 9 year-old kid I did what any kid would do. Find the biggest piece of cast iron I could lift that would fit down the hole and see what happens when I drop it in. Needless to say I got a face full of sh!t n p!ss. Even got it in my eye. Haven't dropped anything in an outhouse since.
Warning, incoming loads. All hands on deck.
Germans are always the screwiest of being cheap. He saves everything and if I every threw out anything it was lecture time. My buddy said that a lot of the restrooms he went into in Germany had a 3 to 4 foot divider wall between the women's and mens bathroom.
"It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage." Indiana Jones - Raiders of the Lost Ark
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