The out house

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  1. Nighthawk

    Nighthawk New Member

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    The Outhouse


    Once there was a little boy that lived in the country. They had to use an
    outhouse, and the little boy hated it because it was hot in the summer and
    cold in the winter and stank all the time. The outhouse was sitting on the
    bank of a creek and the boy determined that one day he would push that
    outhouse into the creek.

    One day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen so the little boy
    decided today was the day to push the outhouse into the creek. So he got a
    Large stick and started pushing. Finally, the outhouse toppled into the
    creek and floated away.

    That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed after supper.
    knowing that meant a spanking, the little boy asked why. The dad replied,
    "someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today. It was you, wasn't it
    son?"

    The boy answered yes. Then he thought a moment and said, "dad, I read in
    school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn't
    get into trouble because he told the truth."

    The dad replied, "well, son, George Washington's father wasn't in the
    cherry tree."
     
  2. pinecone70

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    was he covered in blue:D
     
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    :eek: haha that was a good one! :D
     
  6. Trouble 45-70

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    When I was in High School, There lived in a small vine covered cottage an old retired railroad man and his wife. The plot of land was located on the bank of a small creek and adjacent to a bridge. The property was nestled in a grove of trees and every open space was full of roses. Morning glory vines and honey suckle covered trelises and the house. In this garden was located an outhouse. Every year on Halloweene night, the outhouse was toppled into the creek. I gather that this had been a regular occurance for many years. Neighbors always helped the elderly gentleman to upright and repair the privey. In my Jr. year several members of the football team made the pilgramige to said outhouse. There were no lights in the back and none from the house as the elderly couple turned in early. The nearest street light was more than a block away. An empty field lay at the foot of a hill across the road. The road and sidewalk were always dim at night and the back yard was a stygean blackness. Said athleats parked up the hill from the house and commenced their grand adventure. Into the blackness they trod. .....unbenownst to them the outhouse had been moved leaving the .....(compost heap?) exposed to all comers. The leader of this intrepid band of Trick or Treaters found the opening and fell in. IT was over the top of his shoes. The resulting meryment of his accomplices caused all to flee back to the car. Needless to say, the leader of this merry band of miscreants was no longer welcome in the car and had to walk across town to get home. The next morning as I walked to school, (5 miles both ways and uphill and in the snow. Ask my kids.) I saw the outhouse still standing in another part of the garden. When I got to school, I heard the whole "sad" tale. In my Sr. year, the outhouse survived Haloween. The fearless leader of this final and failed assault on the outhouse was a plebe at one of the military academys. I hope it survived later Haloweens. I don't know as I had started my own adventure in the U. S. Air Force. In this one instance, the punishment surley fit the crime.
     
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    Ahhh... your story brought back fond?? memories of the real outhouse days. When I went to our local TEA party on tax day, there were the new "port-o-potties" all lined up - for which I am grateful. The results are the same, but they evoked no memories.

    Thank you for your service.

    johnfausch
    SMSgt USAF, (Ret)
     
  9. frogo207

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    Indeed using an outhouse in the wintertime trains one to be expedient and to the point for the rest of ones life. Others that I work with wonder why the sewer repair I am required to do on occasion is no big deal. Sense of smell destroyed some 50 years ago!:D
     
  10. Trouble 45-70

    Trouble 45-70 New Member

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    Frogo, welcome aboard, seems appropriate that one of your first posts was on the subject of outhouses. You'll be right at home here.
     
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