A few weeks ago, Nathan & I were driving through Maine looking for a store called the Kittery Trading Post, which I promise to cover in another post. Along the way, I complained that I had to use the facilities (I have a bladder the size of a small child's on a road trip). As we wandered through podunk Kittery, I shouted for Nathan to stop the car. For this.
In case you're not inclined to watch this very short video of me panning through someone's snowy yard, I took a still photo for you.
Someone has pointed out to me that in the summer, these lawn ornaments might serve as planters. But that doesn't change the fact that they are toilets.
This gives a whole new meaning to the word "flowerpots." Get it? Pots? Oh, crap, I'm funny.
Get it? CRAP?