Remins me of when I was a boy back in Lampshade Alabamee.
Me an ma’ cuzin Wille was inna need a th’ ole outhouse out back yonder our Grannies house.
“Ewwwwww it stinks in here, smells like a hunnert years of crap”, ma cuzin Willy screams when he awent in th’
ole wooden outhouse.
“Well go in th’ house then ya idjit,” I says.
“Can’t ya retard, Ginny’s in thar, she’s got th’ runs”, he laughed like th’ fool he was.
“Then take a dump in th’ woods ya dolt,” I says.
“What, ya say, it’s cold and dark an I’d get th’ poison ivy or summtin worse, no way,” Willy says.
“Oh just crap yerself fer all I care, I’ma goin back inside I’m tared an cold,” I says and walks away as Willy shuts th’ ole outhouse’s door an yells “Smells like somtin done crawled in ere an died. Grandpa I know’d it’s you, git already, done stinks real bad in ere”, Willie yells.
That ole outhouse, th’ one Grandpa done died in, ne’re did smell agin afta that.
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