There’s been at least one time in your life when you’ve been out at a music festival and thought about whether or not you should miss your favorite band. After all, you'd rather drive home to use the facilities you know and love than use the coffins of crap that are located on the festival grounds. But when you gotta go, and you’ve got to do what it takes to make yourself pure again. Remember, it can always be worse. If you don’t think so, take a look at this primer on porta potty history and revel in your modern ability to not have to squat over a pit.
I am 80 years old, sitting on comfortable toilet for no1 or 2. since decades
Grown at rural village, back then conventional primitive frame.
No drainage at all. When it is rising up near to your ass, a neighbor farmer come to empty it
carrying the stinking stuff to their farm to get fertilized. When harvested ,they handed us
some potato or so on. Now paved road reached there and turned grid community.
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