Ma was in the kitchen fiddling around when she hollers out, "Pa! You need to go out and fix the outhouse..NOW!"

Pa replies, "There ain't nuthin' wrong with the outhouse."

Ma yells back, "yes there is, now git out there NOW and fix it."

So Pa mosies out to the outhouse, looks around and yells back, "Ma! There ain't nuthin' wrong with the outhouse!"

Ma replies, "Weeel stick yur head in the hole!"

Pa yells back " I ain't stickin' my head in THAT hole!"

Ma says "Weeel ya have to stick ya head in the hole to see what to fix."

So with that ,Pa holds his nose, sticks his head in the hole, looks around and yells back, "Ma I told ya there ain't nuffin wrong with this outhouse!"

Ma hollers back, "Now take ya head out of the hole!"

Pa proceeds to pull his head out of the hole..then starts yelling, Ma!..Ma!...Help!..my beard is stuck in the cracks of the toilet seat!"

Ma replies,...." Blooddyyy hurts, don't it?!"......

Hoo Roo..<.RIP my old Nan & Pa..>

Ouch!!!!

Cheers

Now you put that on as a joke. Mate, when I was a kid, we HAD one of those at home (with a cracked seat) and the primary school that I went to in Houghton (just in the hills of Adelaide) had three for the girls & two for the boys. You don't see many around nowadays, huh. When we shifted onto the old family homestead, I was about three, they had the trapdoor in the back of the dunny where you put the four gallon tin with the top cut out. Someone had to dig a hole in the back yard somewhere & empty it about twice a month. When I got to about ten, it became my job coz I was the lowest common denominator.

Haaaaaa!Baggie..good one,.......When I was a wee lad in Qld/Nambour in the 50's we always had an outhouse...I used to think it was funny/hilarous to use tooooo much sawdust with each usage, so that before the week was over ,meaning before 'Hunter Bros' came and emptied the tin...it was already well and truly overflowing everywhere.....with Mum and Dad having to either perch/nest on top of the overflowing mess....or use the neighbours....lmao!

My father was 37 years in the Australian Infantry and he always took me to each 'Dawn Service'....I well remember in Nambour in 1956, during 'The Last Post' the driver of the 'Hunter Bros' 'shat/can truck' stopping far tooo close, obviously out of respect and possibly because he was an ex-digger....and we all immediately saluted "as one" with our hands to our noses......we always left bottles of long neck beer for the' Hunter Bros' man at Xmas as he had a most unenviable job....carrying a full/overfull can on his leather pad on his right shoulder,... right next to his head/nose.....lmao...he was also Dad's ""example"" that if you did not attend school and do well..then Dad always said that would be our job for life...it drove me to do my homework!...

Ahhhh for the good old days.....some things I don't miss!

Hoo Roo