You’ve no idea! When Lester goes to the toilet it stinks the whole house out! Whiff! Open the windows! I’ve told him to use the spray, and of course he does, but it still stinks the whole house out.
He’s ten times worse than all the other grandchildren. Of course, we love to have him stay, but once a day he stinks the whole house out. It’s unbelievable. It’s funny how some people are like that and others aren’t. It’s not that he eats anything different from the others. It must be his metabolism.
I don’t know how his mother copes with the three kids, and having Lester – he’s the oldest – stink the whole house out. And their house is so small. Having an outhouse like in the olden days wasn’t such a bad idea. They should get one!
Of course, if you strike a match in the lavatory it can burn up the methane and diminish the stench. But I’m not leaving a box of matches in the toilet when the grandkids come to stay. The next thing they’ll be playing with matches and burn the whole house down.
So in the meantime, we’ve simply got to put up with letting Lester stink the whole house out.
Anyway, Letitia, that’s enough about me. How are your grandkids?
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
That reminds me of an old radio show “Can you top that?”
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I wouldn’t want to!
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Well, if their house is so small, the zoning might not allow an outhouse, though outhouses are kinda nice. I used to visit a place in the country that had an outhouse. It was a two-seater.( I never managed to go with a companion, however.) In case they ran out of toilet paper—which sometimes happened— they kept an old issue of Reader’s Digest nailed to the wall, so you could rip off a page at a time. (Reader’s Digest had non-glossy pages back then.)
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Your Reader’s Digest description just goes to show how universal was the outhouse experience!
My mother always pinned a National Geographic map to the back of the toilet door. It would be changed with each new edition. Despite that, none in the family were particularly good at geography.
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You might have been better at geography if some of those maps had shown such locations as Anus, France; Middlefart, Denmark; Long Dong, China; Cockburn, Australlia; Bumpass, Virgina or Athol, Massachusetts……..
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The area I lived in was “clean” in it’s nomenclature: there were three rivers with Maori names – Ohau, Otaki, and Waikanae. The song (given the English pronunciation of their names) went:
O-how can I cross the river!
O-take me across the river!
Why-can-I not cross the river?
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Oh, this one got a good laugh from me. There’s an advert on some YouTube videos with a woman wearing a modestly voluminous party dress sitting on a commode talking about how embarrassing it is to have to poo (her word) in someone else’s house (or public) leaving a smell. And then she pulls out this eye drop type container and says if you put two drops in before you go…I don’t know if it was a joke or a real product, but it was definitely hilarious. This grandma should buy some and put it in the bathroom if it actually exists.
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One should always carry a drop or two of the stuff in ones handbag!
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Darn. Do I need to get a handbag too? I think Lester is related to our dog 😱
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Well my dog does it on the parsley, so we use parsley sparingly, like only when visitors come for dinner.
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Better than on the parson I suppose.
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Or on the celeriac rather than the cleric.
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Or the carrot rather than the curate
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The beetroot rather than the cardinal (that one is a bit obtuse!)
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Ah, I don’t know. Parts of life can be stinky. Plus, I can’t remember what the stuff was!
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I’ve seen that Ad, too, and it makes me chuckle every time….especially to have that grown woman all dressed up and saying poo.
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😦 We get different ads on You tube 😦
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I’m so glad someone else has seen it. I was laughing uproariously when I first saw it and no one else has ever admitted to seeing it when I described it.
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It’s nice to have these little taboos in society (I think) – but “Millionaires, presidents, even kings, Can’t get along without everyday things”
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You remind me of a tidbit I came across on Poetry.com. A person named Saad King has put the poem “Everyday Things” that you’ve just quoted, on that site as being his own creation…. it was actually published in the 1940’s by someone named Jean Ayer, was it not?
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I had googled it before posting my comment and had to change the comment because it said it was by Jean Ayer. At primary school we had to learn it and I’d always thought it was by Hillaire Belloc – this was in the 1950s! I must check it out further. Perhaps Jean Ayer copied it off Saad King who copied it off Belloc!
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Yes – it looks like it’s definitely by Ayer – goodness knows where I got Belloc from!
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Belloc wrote so many poems for children…The Bad Child’s Book of Beasts…that you probably remembered his name best, out of all those poems you learned. I was never inclined to remember authors, when I was young, only titles.
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Same here re titles – I always thought “The Kingfisher” that we were made to learn was by Walter de la Mere but in fact it’s by William Henry Davies.
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LOL!
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Lisa, I just saw that ad again on Youtube. It’s called Poo Pourri.
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I found it, thanks to your naming it. There’s a whole series of them! An entire evening of entertaining viewing in fact.
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Oh, what a hoot!
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I can still smell the loo after my Grandma had availed herself of the facilities. Some pongs just never go away
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Some people…!
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Ah, the grandchild competition! Getting pretty noxious! We had something similar with my brother when he was young – we called him Three D–p a Day Jay.
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Poor ay – he probably has a complex!
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I’d award this story a straight ten out of ten but I’d give it five if I was you.
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! Perhaps it’s not worth the paper it’s written on !
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A real stinker!
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As they say, shit happens! A scatological marvel.
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It can hit he fan!
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