This is my preferred crapper. I do my doo doo, and suffer any of the below mentioned splashes with the sound report.
Then an arm swings out manually where I throttle up and power wash my dark nether regions. The cold water is refreshing and cleansing.
A precautionary drying wipe, and then the whole lot is sent to a tank in my front yard never to be dealt with again in this life.
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Is this chapter two?
Yes and it all goes in the sweet soil of earth.
Where there once were questions, there are now answers.
Your like a poop prophet.
The Poop Prophets would be a good name for a band.
Mountain men make hard stinkies and don't need water splashes.
Mountain Men use rocks and pine cones and don't need no stinken water.
Mountain Men don't poop at all.
All they eat is jerky and bark.
I got very personal with this yesterday.
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