It’s been almost 2 years that I started this blog and Rex at the Deer Camp Blog was one of my first readers. Rex is from Mississippi where the swampy things roam. I don’t know that for sure seeing I’ve never been to Mississippi but by the looks of Thunderhoof there has to be some kind of huge muddy creepy critters down there.
Rex is the kind of guy that welcomes anyone to come for a visit at the famous Christmas Place. I’m not sure what all goes on down there but from the looks of things they are always plowing, sitting around, plowing, sitting around, breaking tractors, sitting around. I think someone, at some point, did catch a hog. But more recently they just revamped their guest bathroom so that ladies, like myself, could come down and have a nice experience in the powder room.
I would think that when Rex invites guests down, he thinks of activities they would enjoy. For example; let’s invite Mark down for a hunt. Let’s invite Kristine down for fishing. Let’s invite Arthur down for deer hunting. He is bound to get a deer here.
So when the swampy gang thought of me they didn’t think – let’s invite Jody down to sit by the fire with her feet up so she can relax. Maybe we should put a hot tub in. I bet she would enjoy that.
Nope. My swampy gang thought of me in the commode. The john. The can. They revamped their latrine to make it look all pretty, fluffy and camouflag-ie. Just for me. Just for me to come down and sit on the $hitter.
Rex: I bet the prissy hunter’s wife will come down now.
Swampy gang: Wait til she eats all that crawfish with beer. She’ll be in there for days.
And these southern gentlemen like to golf and I’m sure there would be bets involved like this one from one of their golf outings…
Rex: $50 she’s in there for 20 minutes.
Swampy gang: $50 she clogs it up.
Oh deeeeer god! For the love of a plunger.
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lol.. Well the walls are pink.. lol..
Haha. This post was too funny. And thanks for the plug!
I can think of lots of times I’ve been “over-exposed” in deer camp when I would have traded my rattling horns for a comfy john like that. They must really like you!
anything to please, ma’am.
You need to hurry down, I have a bunch of bets I need to cover.
Stacey, That is your kind of john.
Arthur, I bet you’d get a deer there.
Sherry, I would never be caught in their bathroom now. I’d have to find an outdoor tinkle bush.
Rex, I’m sure you and your gang do. I will never be able to show my face there. Or my hiney for that matter.
That’s a gas- er uh – I mean really stinkin’ funny!
Came over from PW to say HI!
Jessie at Blog Schmog
That’s too funny! You’re all set now Jody. All they need is the hot tub and the fireplace.
Yep Jody, I think they are wanting you to come on down and visit!