Public Restroom

I was having a nice drive and then that salami sandwich started knocking on the colons door. My stomach started making tsunami noises. At that point air leaked from the bottom, and reminded me sewers dont smell that bad. Fast forward, i nees to find somewhere to deposit over 1 pound of digested food. With nowhere in sight, i see this magical bright plastic shack. To be honest i thought it was a mansion,,,but soon discoveres it was. Portapotty. When I walked in it had this aroma of dryer sheets and morning dew. I knew this was gonna be my brown depository. It was so clean inside that I felt comfortable picking up the hotdog that fell outta my cargo pocket and eating it. Ok ok, back on track. While sitting on the shiny plastic toilet seat, i reminisced of how i use to ride my big w

Greatest place ever would recommend.