Here is my husband emerging triumphant after taking a crap in the most disgusting outhouse I have ever seen or smelled. Since there was no air flow, the fucking thing was about 1000 degrees, and he sweat through his shirt while in there trying not to pass out. He is both shell-shocked by and proud of what he did, chin shiny with sweat. Husband claims he came out of the outhouse 5 lbs. lighter; 3 lbs shed from his crap and 2 lbs from perspiration. How can I not love such an amazing man?!?
PS - Since I blocked out his face, doesn't he also sort of look panicked? Like, "Hey! I can't see! There's a big black box over my face!" It's weird how his expression fits the situation.
The question is whether or not his shirt was that color when he went in?
ReplyDeleteI have pooped in lots of very different places. From Ellis Island to the Acropolis in Greece. I can honestly say, I've never pooped in an outhouse in my adult life. I feel somewhat empty now....
ReplyDeleteEwwwww. That is so gross! Kudos to your hubby for being such a daredevil. Of course, if you ever do decide to sleep with the man again...I just may lose all respect for you for sleeping with a guy that poops outdoors.
ReplyDeleteIt's well worth the loss of respect! ;)
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