Monday, September 1, 2025

A Forest Rose By Any Other Name, Would Smell As Rank…


 The industrious and indomitable Flapz and I are hard at work laying in supplies by the family fire pit for the upcoming fall/winter season. In the middle of a blazing summer heatwave. His new gas powered log splitter punches out firewood faster than you can even think about it. 30 minutes in, we were soaked in sweat. After an hour we chugged water by the galloon. An hour and an half later we needed to urinate. And of course - going in the house meant taking off ya shoes, stirring up his two ankle biting pocket dogs and pandemonium.

Ever since he bought the place last year I’ve been threatening to install a few convenient desert roses around the place so we don’t have to walk all the way up to the house to tap a kidney. I’m really impressed with the “desert rose” improvised urinals invented by the Marines during the Sand Box Wars.




But Flapz, that magnificent bastard - has found a far more elegant solution! Lookit this!




No kidding! They actually make these things! There’s even a couple of mints in it to keep it “Forest fresh”!! ! So this winter there’ll be no unsightly yellow snow drifts round the fire pit. VIP Guests like me will be able to do our business in the blissful comfort and privacy of the trees - provided we are sober enough to pee standing up without hanging on to the walls!

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Up here in Alberta we don’t mess around. We are all about solutions, all the time. Outdoor plumbing - it’s real, and it’s a thing. I hope your Labour Day weekend was a success, and that your chores are all done. Today is a day to play with the kids, go out for coffees with the wife and friends and take care of the needful things that make life worth living.

Cheers!

Filthie

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