Bucket List

So it wouldn't be a succesfull internet session without a poop story would it?

I don't know how these keep hapening but now in the training class I am infamous for my bathroom stories.

So since I fell through the toilet last week (see Red, White and Poo) my Choo has been under repair. I have been having to walk across to the neighboors bathroom a couple houses down. This hasn't bothered me, I usually just wear a towel and a tank top and head on over with my bucket, its a little walk but no worries.

Until the other night. As Jim Gaffagan says, "Why is Diahrreah so hard to spell, but so easy to get?"

So I've got the BG's all day. It's been painful. But I deal with it. Go abouts my usual busniess and head to bed. 2am hits and BAM, I gots to go. But the thing is I have already gotten yelled at by my parents here about leaving in the middle of the night to go pee. And to get to the neighboors choo would be too much of an adventure, I wouldn't make it. The Peace Corps gave us a couple buckets to filter our water into, so I made a game time decision, I had to poop in a bucket.

I pop the lid off and go to town, knowing full well that my family could probably hear me in the next room. I triend to put the silencer on as best I could, but there was no use. I finish and sealed it up with the lid and went to sleep, relieved.

I had to dispose of the goods, but since we had no toilet I had to bring the bucket with me to my school toilet. The next day I walked to school with my red bucket, like a little kid carrying his lunch pale to his first day of school. Greeting all the villagers along the way all the while thinking they had no idea what was in the bucket. Now my class mates know if I bring a red bucket to class that day it was an eventful night. Good times.

Cheers,
Jayce