Posted on 11/14/2015 6:27:11 AM PST by TigerLikesRooster
A Port-A-Potty for everyone!
GO TRUMP! GO CRUZ! YOU WIN or WE LOSE!
No kidding, we had a 6 foot snake in the toilet once.
Can’t fault Kim on this. With all the nasty germs out there these days, I’d take my toilet, too.
Hillary, as first lady, had her own private travelling toilet when she went to China, I think it was.
Problem with that kind of toilet is people always leave the seat up, so when you stumble to in the middle of the night...
I keep an empty Gatorade bottle in my jeep for emergencies.
What? A hole in the ground isn’t good enough for him?
So?
Valerie Jarett takes Obama with her when she travels. Why not be comfortable?
Yikes! Look before you sit! :-D
I had never devoted much thought to the subject, but I will bet that the US President has his own facilities both at home and when he travels.
We had just arrived at the grandparents’ and mom was rushing in to use the toilet. She rushed out even quicker yelling about a snake in the toilet. No one believed her even after she took care of business out around the back of the yard. She continued to holler until grandpa poured a can of gasoline down the toilet. A can of gas was his solution to everything and it shut her up. Well, a bunch of white chunks came bubbling up so, of course, I sat down on the floor with my chin on the seat to see what it was when BLAM! A racer flew out and hit me between the eyes. I ran to the living room and onto the couch. Mom jumped on the coffee table. Grandpa ran to the kitchen and yelled for someone to shut the bathroom door. Mom, miss prim and proper, yelled back, “Shut the @%*&@$ door yourself!” That was the only time I ever saw him freaked out. The snake was going nuts with the gas and climbing to the ceiling. Grandpa finally got the door shut but being an old farmhouse, there was a several inch gap between the bottom of the door and the floor so the thing slithered under and headed to the living room. Thankfully, grandpa whacked it with a hoe. He later admitted he’d kept hearing something rattling around the toilet at night and that he’d put a rock on the lid the night before.
There’s a ton of snake stories from out at the farm. One time, I was shelling peas on the kitchen stoop and mooing at the cows when suddenly there was a giant rattlesnake coiled up ready to strike. The pail of peas went everywhere and I was in the kitchen pronto.
Another time, I’d gone out there by myself to get a bunch of stuff I had stored there to move out to my first place. The last load was an armload of wire clothes hangers. There was a storm coming so the wind was blowing big time while I was at the back door trying to lock all the padlocks and not drop the hangers. The wind had blown the screen door around and it got caught on my jeans so I was kicking at it to keep it open and unhook my jeans that kept getting more tangled. Finally, got everything locked and reached down to unhook myself except it wasn’t the screen. It was the cousin to the 6 foot racer from the toilet! Once second I was on the porch and the next second I was at the car 50 yards away and the snake was slowly making its way back under the porch. I don’t remember running across the yard or going through the gate, LOL.
These days, the cats bring me presents... one guess what those might be.
He probably has the crying fawning women who prop up his fat ego lick the toilet clean... gads what a lowlife...
I have only one snake story. We had a cat named Michael. He was outside and doing a pat pat action on something using both paws, one at a time, right left, right left.. It looked like a stick standing on end and Michael would start patting at the ground level and work his way upward. It was the funniest thing I'd ever seen....until the snake disappeared down a hole. We then realized it wasn't a stick stuck in the ground.
One Monday morning, the Captain called all of us maggots into formation and declared, "There is a HAIR on the Colonel's toilet seat - who used it??"
Ditto that, only we keep large coffee cans....lesson learned after the Northridge earthquake when my usual 45 minute commute stretched out to 4 hours or more.
I damn near stepped on a diamondback last week. Shot it with a 410. If it had not rattled I would have gone within two feet of it.
IIRC Prince Charles travels with his own toilet seat.
At least Kim is more sanitary than Mao was. Kim actually uses a toilet.
Also we have not heard of Kim sexually raping pre-school children as Mao did.
Lucky you.
Did you fry him up?
At least he didn’t bring it in and put it in your shoe.
Nope. It was mice in my shoe.
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