Saltine, ya make me hungry. Nice story. Gotta try that place sometime...

Now, my food story.

Just got off the Kasilof and had one of them urges that wouldn't go away so made a mad dash to the worst sani-can in the world. Flew open the door and found someone had beaten me there, but he was holding his fishing rod inside the hole trying to snag something. I said "whats with this fishing in the crapper." He says " I was just finishing up and doing the paperwork and my coat fell off the coathook and fell down in the hole." I said "must be a good coat.huh?" He says "Naw, I'm pretty hungry after fishing with Bob all morning and my peanutbutter sandwich is in the pocket." fp

Holy Crap....that was funny.....That poor fellow in the other stall....hope he didn't get hit by"friendly fire" .....Os

to much beer

FYJ, was asking about this funny thread. I brought it back up for new readers coming in that haven't had a chance to read some mighty entertaining stories. It's now been proven by the medical community that laughing is good for people's health. And it has been proven by Saltine that eating 4 plates of mac n beef just AIN'T a good idea .

RT

Short version, guys camping at green river campground, trib to the sandy, they ate at the Sizzler in Gresham, the campground was quarentined for 2 weeks, unfortunatley I was in the tent, OUCH!!!! Literally you couldn't take 2 steps without walking in puke or [Bleeeeep!]. Site to behold. I wish that i could give a further description but it would take too long.

we headed to westport early one morning, stopped at the rest area near the orv park outside of olympia, we all did our bussines and got back in the truck, we looked at each other and couldnt figure out what stunk, we got out and noticed that some idiot had dumped the holding tank of there rv rite where i parked and we tracked it back in the truck, what a shi$$y trip that turned into.

Oh man what a ****ty topic. I think I signed up just so I could say that. No just joshing but I wanted to say this has been a super funny topic to read. Ive been lurking this one over ha ha. Old Salt's story is better than any of the jokes in the joke topics! You gota have some good ones for the joke topics Salt.

Funny stories! The fishing outhouse that comes to mind for me is the floating one they put out in Tillamook Bay during the big fall chinook season. No real funny story about it but it ranks as one of the worst as you can smell it within about 4 fathoms away. Closer than I want to get to it. I guess it is funny when a bigger boat runs a large wake nearby when some poor guy is inside dealing with business and has to fight to keep from falling off the seat in there.

Check this site out. Talk about some horror stories from third world countries.
Bathroom Diaries
My bro-in-law was in the middle east(Jordan I think). He said all they have over there is a hole in the floor and a sink. No toilet paper. So I asked him what in the hell did you wipe your a$$ with? He said the locals use their hand then wash it off in the sink.
He said TP was a hot commodity when they were running around town and not training.
Speaking of I used to work at a place that had a lot of Asian immigrants. You'd go in the stall and sure enough there are shoe prints on the seat of the toilet. They were squattin on the toilet like they did over the hole in the floor back in the mother land.

Bringing this back toward the top of BB page 1 for the enjoyment of new readers that think good outhouse humor is funny.

6 months later bringing back up again, to go along with Rich G.'s thread about not pooping in riverside parking lots.

Saltines story made me cry. That was very funny.

Lots of good stories. RT, thanks for bringing this one to the top again! The people in my office asked me if anything was wrong, because I had tears in my eyes.

This will rank no where near the quality of Saltines story, but here is the story of my coldest crap ever.

I was elk hunting outside of Ellensburg during the late muzzleloader season during the first week of December about 6 years ago. Before I had left the truck I had heard that the temperature was 4 degrees down in E-burg. I was at about 4500 feet, so it was even colder up there. To make things a little colder, there was a slight breeze, of say 30 to 40 mph. Beautiful weather to hunt in!

About an hour into my hunt, I had that burnin' feelin' creep up from behind me. I knew that there was an old campsite nearby, complete with an outhouse. When I got to the camp, I found that the wind had blown away the tarps surrounding the kamode, and all that was left was the plywood sheet with two holes over the trench. I got out the TP, aka mountain money, and pulled down the layers of pants (jeans, goose down pants, and rainpants). I did a check of the landing area as I was headed down, only to see that there was a layer of ice and snow about an inch thick covering the two holer. I was committed, so I just sat down.

The basic cold, plus the windchill, plus the ice seat caused some immediate shrinkage and I found it hard to pee, butt it all came out, in the end.

My buddy showed up later on that day, and he didn't believe my story, until I showed him the seat. There, melted into the bench, was a snow angel impression of my butt.

Andy