Thunderbox
I find my mind turning to outhouses tonight, wondering how they work, how to control the smell in the summer. I never thought I would live in a time where something like that could be a possible way of life. Â
In these last days of the Bush Administration, I find myself thinking about the possibility of having to dig a hole to manage my own solid wastes.  I find myself learning that Australians called the outhouse the “dunny,” or “thunderbox,” and paid civil servants to collect the “nightsoil” from the dunnys. It just sounds funny saying it with your inner Australian voice.
Time to scoop the nightsoil from the dunny, I reckon, mate!
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