These harsh Northern winters are a right bitch, I can tell you. It is no fun sitting there on the khazi, wallowing in one's own fumes, whilst a freshly laid steaming turd melts its way through 2 inches of ice and permafrost.
I would rather take my chances with the dunny-spiders, out in Australia. At least it would be warm, whilst sat there contemplating the centre-fold, in my copy of the Daily Sport, or whatever salacious local rag I could lay my hands on.
Give me a chamberpot any day. You only need to step outside into the cold once a week to empty it, when it is brim-full to overflowing!
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Connect it: Red > Yellow, Yellow > Blue, & Blew to ....'kin bits!
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