Port-A-Potties Were Created by The Man to Keep Us Down!!!

Mmm...hmm, that's right! The man created port a potties to keep us down. And when I say the man I mean men. That's right they want to keep us (women) down. Think about it. Who else doesn't give a damn where they pee? It sure as hell isn't women. We take pride in where we go. That's why we spend countless hours thinking about how we're going to decorate our bathrooms, the best towels, hand soap, shower curtains, whether it all matches. Men don't give bathrooms any thought. The few that do get lots of kudos from me. Now, don't quote me, but I'm pretty sure port a potties were created before women got all liberated and started burning bras. I think they created them to discourage women from leaving the house. They wanted us at home having the 2.5 kids and dog while baking fresh bread and cooling down their beers. So they created the port a potty because they know women are very sensitive about where we will go. Come on now, we have all held off on going to the bathroom at least once or twice because the bathroom was just so disgusting. I once held my pee almost 2 hours because I did not want to go pee in a gas station bathroom. Granted, most gas stations are getting much better with keeping up the cleanliness of the bathrooms.

Port a potties are just disgusting and they make my skin crawl. I had the worst time trying to use one. I had no choice. I was in the middle of pumpkin patch and had no other option. Normally, I would just held it together, but this was not the time to be playing around. The damn thing would lean everytime I moved forward. I thought for sure I was going to end up like that guy on Cheaters who got caught cheating with some guy's wife and tried to hide in a port a potty. Dumb ass. The chick's husband pushed over the port a potty with the guy inside. LMAO!!! It makes me laugh just thinking about it. That guy must of smelled worse than dirty ass. Seriously, I would of cried rivers if that would of happened to me and I was sure it was.

The damn things are so small, you can barely turn around in them. You can't hold onto the walls to help support you while you pop a squat because the walls are so filthy. I don't even have to tell you how gross they smell. It's like smelling sun baked piss. Yuck!

So the moral of the story is beware of port a pottys.

*disclaimer* I *heart* men. Especially, my own. Please do not go out and throw rocks at them...well, maybe just a pebble.