So I think I have a pretty good portapotty story. My brother and I were coming back from seeing an LSU-Ole Miss football game in Baton Rogue and were quite literally in the middle of nowhere. My brother just screams at me "oh my god! pull over!!" I guess he was going to just go in the woods on the side of the road, but when I pulled over, there was a construction site there with a portapotty. So he hauled ass over to it. Now this is in the pitch dark, mind you. Anyways, so not long after he goes in, I hear him yelling for me. Apparently he didn't want to actually sit on a gross portapotty toilet so he rapidly pulled his pants down, squatted, and erupted. Unfortunately, in his haste and because it was pitch dark, he didn't realize the lid on the toilet was down and it all just blew back at him, filling up his pants that were pulled down and getting on his shirt. Just awful. And oh ya, there was no TP either. Thankfully we had stayed the previous night in Baton Rogue so he had an extra set of clothes he could put on. I've often thought about some poor construction worker opening that thing the next day. Yikes.