Problem 1: We travel around this great state of ours. No matter the distance to travel or how long (is a Chinaman) we've actually been in the car, someone always needs to use the can.
Cut to problem 2: Picture me out in the woods, fully armed (rifle, skinning knife with gut hook, 9 mm on my hip, boot knife, machete, multi-tool, ankle holster with a .38 snub, shillelagh, trusty tomahawk and a rock for good measure), my bibs pulled over long underwear and jacket over the top. All of a sudden a pressure builds at my colon and I'm reminded that a Reser's Beef Chimichanga was not a good breakfast.
Lucky for me, I attached a shitter to my vehicle. Problem solved.
Uncle Booger's Bumper Dumper has arrived
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Is it just me or does that guy look like a certain father of two girls, but at about age 50 with a beard.
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