Monday, August 31, 2009

The Outhouse, in Fifty Five Words

If you've never taken a crap in an outhouse with a view of apple trees and an ultimate frisbee game in progress, you're missing out. A percussion of urine pounds the soft earth below like rainwater falling down a gutter, and your efforts land with a soft thud like an overripe banana.

Its really something.

7 comments:

Bruce said...

OH MY GOD!

Richard said...

BaHahahahaha!

BEST BLOG POST EVER ON EARTH!

j.cro said...

AAAAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHHA.

And thankfully for me, I'd already eaten lunch by the time I read this.

BOO-YA!

Shelley said...

Too funny!

Tanizaki wrote a book about aesthetics in life including the outhouse, but his describes wafts of pine forest and sunrise in the morning mist. A very poetic poo...

Midtagessen said...

Ok...I was waiting with baited breath. I knew you would have a brilliant last post for August. The fourth, the quad...a brilliant observation of human nature. That it was. I liked the rotten banana sound.

MamaVee said...

(I'm counting your blog posts btw. - althou I missed this one somewhow. hope you are well. xoxo)

JP said...

Hey MamaVee,

Yeah, I've been seriously slacking... thanks for the nudge!