I have a porta-potti story that is pretty funny to me, but not to my husband,
he he.
We were camping in the desert one weekend with my old 69 bus and we had a
folding porta-potti.  One morning, Chris went into the bushes a good 50 yards
away to go and use it.  About a half hour went by and I started to think he
got eaten by a wolf or something. I was getting pretty worried.  He finally
came back without his shirt on, smelling pretty bad, and without the
porta-potti. Apparently he leaned the wrong way and fell on the ground, right
in the "you know what"!  He was not a happy camper that morning.
Be careful and don't let this happen to you!

LeeAnn :)
85 westy