“You went off the porch again, didn’t you?” she raged.
“Yes, I did.”
“We talked about this, remember? How the neighbours can see you.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t have seen me this time. I was squatting down.”
“You went off the porch again, didn’t you?” she raged.
“Yes, I did.”
“We talked about this, remember? How the neighbours can see you.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t have seen me this time. I was squatting down.”
Who pees in an outhouse?
A guy from Anchorage. Except when he pees off the front porch. Duh.