No spam or solicitations, please.
An editor? I’ll believe that when I read it.
Yep, my mother’s family had a mountain cabin in the Black Hills of SD back in the last century and it had an outhouse, or spider’s condo as I called it, complete with lie powder. I became very used to it during our summer getaways, but sometimes I would just duck behind it for a quick pee to avoid upsetting the spiders.
Much later I used to go camping with friends on the islands in Lake George, NY. The fairer members of the group always came prepared with sticky shelf liner paper, sprays, and bug repellant to “upgrade” the outhouse assigned to our campsite.
And even later a group of us were camping on Martha’s Vineyard one summer, and there’s an outhouse there that probably still holds my mini-flashlight which dropped from my teeth as I faced the hole while I was doing my business. Several campers following me might have appreciated the extra light, or tried to extinguish it. ☺
Obviously, Gent is a publicist in real life! And Foxo is getting the best there is.
SOCK PULLERS and GRABBERS? I haven’t graduated beyond my shoehorn yet.
The Tatler was a British literary and society journal begun by Richard Steele in 1709, and by some reports, it’s still being published.
Assuming they can spell and have learned grammar rules.
If you’ve seen the WW I film “They Shall Not Grow Old”, (A really great film using a lot of actual footage) there is a still photo shown in it of a “communal latrine” with a row of soldiers, trousers down, sitting on a plank across two sawhorses. I don’t know if it was real or a joke but it was in the original archival film.
Dog! Can you find it?
But investigative reporting is often just gossip about self-important people. We need less of it.
Bozo spends time going nowhere, then leafing things alone, and finally taking his work home with him. All in all, a good day!