Pot to piss in, bucket to poo?

Pot to piss in, bucket to poo?...

Pot to piss in, bucket to poo?

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Why is it that people always assume someone that stays in a cabin or camps in an RV poops in a bucket?

The only way to let loose and relax is to let go into finely hand crafted wisps of

quilted Angel Soft resembling thinly chiseled strips of a birchwood maple oak straight from the teeth of

Himalayan chipmunks topped fluffed within a naturally biodegradable thin walled sachet delicately arranged to open up and

outwards reminiscent of honey suckle blossom as if presenting a humble welcome to my humble hole.

Anything less just isn't living...
Lol!