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On the 8th Day, the Lord said, Let There Be Separate Outhouses

Feb
1

Here is the church.
Here is the steeple.
Run outside
if you gotta pee, people!






I spotted this old, abandoned church at the end of a long boonies road. Look! Outhouses! Not that I’m obsessed with outhouses or anything…. But look! There’s one each! An outhouse for the boys, and an outhouse for the girls! No drinking, dancing, or sharing outhouse seats.





The girls’ outhouse is closest to the church. As well it should be. Of course, you still gotta leap over the little branch of the creek. Don’t be wearing those high heels with the Sunday dresses…..





Heh heh heh. See how much farther the boys have to go?

Now, let’s just peek inside our cute little vintage powder room, girls……





Whoa. That’s one big giant potty seat. We better lay off the Chocolate Pudding Cake…..

Well, at least us girls don’t have to drag our big giant bottoms very far. That’s a comfort.

I wonder what’s inside the boys’ outhouse now!





Whew, it’s a long haul getting here. They sure have to drag their big giant bottoms a long way. Ha.



What?!! Um, WHAT?!! Where is their big giant outhouse seat for their big giant bottoms? WHERE?!

Did they think we wouldn’t walk our big giant bottoms over here and FIND OUT?!

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