I see this in my worst nightmares.  It was an absolutely unfounded, but greatest, fear of mine.  Now the nightmares will start all over again.

It used to be on the top of my worst, yet improbable fears.  Along with raining spiders, flashing my lights at an oncoming car, and clowns in the sewer.
After you flip over in a porta-potty, where do you go next?  Back to the job site?  Home?  To the DAV for some new threads?  I don't wanna sit in my car wearing the poop of 50 people.  However, 'Poop of 50 People' is one helluva name for a band...
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