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Originally Posted by lamarw
at liberty, You have an outhouse. I remember as a little boy staying with my grandparents and having to go out to the outhouse to pee. It was scary. This was about 60 some-odd years ago in both South Georgia and the citrus groves and peacock farm of Clearwater, FL.
One of my grandfathers had a double barrel shotgun, but he would not go with me. One night I went out to pee and I heard a bobcat scream. I ended up doing more than pee as I raced back into the house as fast as my short little legs would take me.
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Your reply was fun, but no, my little Chi-chi dog appreciates a quickie when I get up in the wee hours of the night.