Was at Washougal MX when it became time to take a gillnetter. Down the hill i went to find a row of 10 honey buckets. I waited for a shot at one in the middle of the pack, got in and went about leaving my offering. All things go when all of a sudden I hear some youngsters giggling behind the ****ters. I jump up and escape without doing the paperwork only to see the house nextdoor falling on its door. I hear a girl screem coming from the wreakage. A few onlookers got the house back up and out came someones hot date, dreanched in the blue poo. So a posse is formed to find the responsible party, there they are and he's the one! %That guy was never so glad to see the police as he was minutes from a public lynching. Went back to finish the paperwork, whoa, that was close!
If ya got this far my vote for the worst crapper is at the ceililo reservation. Couldn't even make it in the door! This was pre casinos so things might have changed.

[ 04-04-2001: Message edited by: phunybonz ]