You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
There's a competition in Alaska (probably exists elsewhere too) where they put outhouses on skis and race them. Sorry, but that's all I could think of when reading GMan's post.
There's a competition in Alaska (probably exists elsewhere too) where they put outhouses on skis and race them. Sorry, but that's all I could think of when reading GMan's post.
Alaskan.
Were you reading my mind? That's what kept crossing my mind during this whole discussion
Originally Posted by Graham
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