A Howlingly Good’un, Juice! Put me in mind of the time I watched a private poke a lit match into a half-barrel crapper at the ossifers’ head just by the wire at Division Rear. Not the same, of course, but the puns all line up for a nice toasty seat, no?

Cat Nap Revue

a warm toilet seat
a cold night— perhaps better
not to live alone

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