Barefoot dude under tarp in portapotty.  Seriously.
I found it.

 winter wrote: 
A fair?  :searching:

 BillnDollarBaby wrote: 
Aren't those guys usually doing their thing in relatively remote areas? I mean, no one's going to a porta-john if there's an actual toilet handy. So there's probably not a lot of crowds to contend with.

Plus no one wants to get close to the guy who smells like that. Certainly no one thinks, "Hmm, smells like sh*t. Must be one of them preverts who lurks under porta-johns."

They probably just figure he's not a king and go on arguing about anarchist collective politics. 

 winter wrote: 
Ok.  I'll say it.  How does one cover up the stench of sh*t in a crowd?  Or am I to assume they all smelled like that?  Damn, I wish I could find that article.

 BillnDollarBaby wrote: 
I imagine people like that have some practice in evasion and deception.

 winter wrote: 

A recent article on that topic came to mind when I read that post.  A dude was spotted, under a tarp in a portolet.  But he got away.  How hard is it to catch the guy who smells like a sewer plant?  Harder than you would think, apparently.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 


Eww. He's one of those guys you read about who keeps getting arrested at the park, isn't he? Poor Triskele.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
unisex?

 oldslabsides wrote: 
We'll just place a port-a-john on top.

 BillnDollarBaby wrote: 


 

 winter wrote: 
Anything to get a chick, huh?

 winter wrote: 
Gotcha.

 oldslabsides wrote: 

 winter wrote: 
oh the children!

 Beez wrote: 
It helps. Just spill a little sometimes and rub it in, because if it's all inside you it doesn't help get the fire going.

 winter wrote: 
I drink shine that tastes a bit like kero....does that count?

 BillnDollarBaby wrote: 
I like the reef thing - but not the "ball" thing. It seems to lack dignity. Maybe they could offer a service where you could be made into a big jagged hazard-to-shipping type reef.

"And that there's Winter Rock, the meanest, nastiest reef in all tarnation. Boatload o'orphans and sexy widows ran aground there back in ought-four, went down with all hands. They say on stormy nights you can still hear them widows moan." 

 oldslabsides wrote: 
Yell at him twice today. He'll think it's his birthday!

 BillnDollarBaby wrote: 


Hey, that's a cool idea though.  The cynic in me wonders if it's legit or a shrewd business endeavour - on the other hand it beats a box in the ground.  Then all the friends and family can spend a day at the beach afterward.  I want anyone nice enough to show at my funeral to have fun and party.

 Beez wrote: 
I guess so. But that's probably going to get pricier, too. What if you just start kind of pre-marinating yourself now? You know, mix a little kerosene in with your lotion every day. That way when the time comes, you'll be a fireball in seconds.