Something that will change my life

Theres comes a time every decade or so that something is born. Something like nothing before. Something that will revolutionize the way men and women with severe IBS spend their time outdoors! Brothers and sisters..that time is now.


Ever wish you hadnt had that mexican the night before climbing a tree or jumping onboard the boat for a day of fishing? Ever wish you had remembered your pepto or Immodium? Ever just wish in the middle of a day of fishing or chasing critters in the woods you could just feel "fresh" again and rinse away that severe case of swamp azz?



May I introduce you to my latest creation that shall accompany me in the woods and waterways from here on out. My new best friend:



"The Porta Pooper Portable Bidet"

"Strong enough for a man, but gentle enough for the ladies"




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Ingredients:
-One qt garden sprayer
-Some heated and bent tubing
-An overwhelming desire to be clean
*All rights reserved, patent pending*


Place your orders now!


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Can't say that one of those wouldnt be handy every once in a while!....but there is still something really wrong with you.:you:
 
I's gots to remember that thing Stink. Great idea!!:clap:

The water bottle with a hole in the cap just ain't been real reliable. That'll do the trick!

Any easy ideas for warming the bidet fluid short of the propane stove?
 
Ill take a cold shot in the bunghole over a dirty one..no ideas on warmiing. Im good with it.:sun:


Wrap a tube around yer torso filled w/the liquid(plugged of course) before puttin' yer clothes on for the fishing trip...w/one end, ending up at the point at issue...have a snap-on attachment for the pump end of the tube...it'll be body temp on application which will beat hell outta that cold shot...:party:
 
I keep a garden pump spray bottle on the boat filled with fresh water to wash the boys down with after we come off the beach.......I have used it to spray "mud" off of my youngest Henry. This is legit!!!!:butt:
 
:clap:SDC. If the gunnels were a pencil thin, I'd be in trouble.


Fishin with a fat man.

400 lb fisherman named Norm goes to take a leak off the front of my flats boat. He was having a hard time getting his balance while trying to get his pants down.

I asked "When is the last time you saw your penis?"

He said he couldn't remember.

I said "Ever thought about diet?"

He turns to me with dick in hand and asks "Dye it? Why what color is it now?"

Case in point, some things are better left unsaid and unseen..
 
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