
Why did architect, Mike Brady, have just one john for his six little darlings? Hasn't someone in your immediate vicinity asked that question?
When my parents opted to construct their own abode, back in 1974 (sorry, the Bradys had been cancelled by then), they put in three bedrooms for four--occasionally five--people. But just one john. We didn't even get the den, the attic, the TV room, or a chick named Alice.
Neither of my parents grew up under such circumstances. My dad grew up in a house with three toilets. My mom grew up in the booneys, on a farm with a two-seater outhouse. But they did bring one tradition with them, they both refused to shut the bathroom door when they engaged in "organic" activity.
My older brother made frequent trips to the holy one-seater. Ergo, the old man labeled him "the king" and the crapper was dubbed "his throne." If he sat there for an unacceptable period of time, the old man announced that "the king needs to get off his throne!" Ah, memories.
2 comments:
Hey man, can I come to your place to leave some organic stuff?
Hey like what are all these people selling on your blog man? Like all the comments blow you then want you to spend dough at thier blog...whats up with that man?
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