I got a pic of about half of what's there and shortly after taking the pic we got a nice thunder storm that put down a good 1/2" of rain.
Neighbor catty-corner from me.....glad they got the right house lol
Single ply is still available? John Wayne TP......
Thats all they use in porta pots
Been many years since going into one of those things.....
Last I checked they don't use Quilted Northern
Ahhhh....summer time, blow-flies and porta-pots.
Time to throw some lime on it.Ahhhh....summer time, blow-flies and porta-pots.
I hate using them.....but when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Nothing worse than one that hasn't been emptied for a week on a busy site.....turd mountain rising out of the blue stained waters....flies are buzzing....
That's what empty spackle buckets are for.Ahhhh....summer time, blow-flies and porta-pots.
I hate using them.....but when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Nothing worse than one that hasn't been emptied for a week on a busy site.....turd mountain rising out of the blue stained waters....flies are buzzing....
Jersey ingenuity !!!!
True and funny story time.
True and funny story time.
When I was an apprentice I wired a house as a part time on-the-side job one year. The house is actually a few hundred meters from where I now live. The owner (Brian) ran the local Hardware store near where I worked at the time, and he convinced me to do the job - cheap labour for him.
One Saturday morning I was working on my own inside the garage in that house, when I had the urgent urge to go. Seeing as how the house was closed in, but not finished, there was no plumbing or power connected yet. I looked around and found a used one litre (quart) paint tin that was empty in the owners trailer that was parked in the garage. Made sure no-one was around, and I proceeded to carefully 'fill' the tin with a log.
Not long after that I heard a car pull up. It was the Brian. He had turned up to do a few small jobs.....including painting some window frames. Thinking no more about what I had just done, as it was such a relief, I didn't think about the tin which I had closed up tight with the lid and buried in the trailer rubbish. The owner dug around (knowing there was a tin there) and found 'my tin'.
The look on Brian's face was priceless when he finally popped the lid.....he looked at me, and said nothing. I suspect the tin was still a bit warm.
He left shortly after that.
