Since we are living on our property in our travel trailer, we have been using a “honey tote” to empty the black tank and go to a local State Park to dump at the dump station. Today I drainEd the black tank and then used my tractor with forks to put the “honey tote” into the bed of my truck. Off we went to the Park dump station.
That was the end of the good times. First, the plastic wheels on the back of the tote broke off when my better half attempted to push the tote sideways in the bed of the truck. Then the hose connection broke a locking hook off and started leaking when I tipped the hose down to dump. Tip it back up, tape the connection together and go back to dumping. Hahahah, then the hose connection on the bottom of the tote blew. Sewage everywhere! Grab the tote as it’s pouring 27 gallons of sewage on the tailgate and me. GrabBed the sonnuvabitch anD threw it off the tailgate into the dump splashwell. There was a guy there filling his Igloo barrel cooler with potable water. He lasted until the schit started running off the tailgate. He grabbed his partially filled cooler and boogied. My mesh running shoes got tossed in the trash, and so did the shorts and shirt I was wearing. It took three scrub downs in the shower to get the stink off. So, who can beat that one for a schitty day?
Mark
NRA Life Member Anytime anyone kicks cancers azz is a good day!
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Good Irish Catholic mom, that was about the extent of her cussin'
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Good Irish Catholic mom, that was about the extent of her cussin'
I remember the first F bomb I ever heard ma drop.
Dad and I nearly died.
Good times on the frontier.
Walking down the side street in NYC to get to the big street, big ol' F U C K painted in red letters about 3' tall on the back of a loading dock. I was about 4 and a good student of phonics already. Spelled it out in my head, then turned to mom and asked "Mom, what does F U C K mean".
I got smacked upside the head and told to NEVER say that word again.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Walking down the side street in NYC to get to the big street, big ol' F U C K painted in red letters about 3' tall on the back of a loading dock. I was about 4 and a good student of phonics already. Spelled it out in my head, then turned to mom and asked "Mom, what does F U C K mean".
I got smacked upside the head and told to NEVER say that word again.
Better then mine, I was lazily putting up a fence when I was a teen when my excessively religious mother shouted "You are banging a fence post in, not one of your girl friends".
Walking down the side street in NYC to get to the big street, big ol' F U C K painted in red letters about 3' tall on the back of a loading dock. I was about 4 and a good student of phonics already. Spelled it out in my head, then turned to mom and asked "Mom, what does F U C K mean".
I got smacked upside the head and told to NEVER say that word again.
Better then mine, I was lazily putting up a fence when I was a teen when my excessively religious mother shouted "You are banging a fence post in, not one of your girl friends".
I just about shit.
I can hear it almost as if it happened to me.
Mothers are a hoot for sure.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I didn't know what it meant......but had heard it many times.
I didn't learn much about cussin' until we moved out West.
Mom might, in highly irregular circumstances, utter a "damn" , but it was usually JMJ, darn, and sometimes fudge.
Dad would use hell, damn (but very very rarely GD), and scheidt sometimes.
Real cusswords I had to learn at school and from the homies in the 'hood.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)