My Uncle Mike as a youth--with some teenaged friends--took Mr Sch****e's little brown shack and put it in the lake. Mr S wasn't in it at the time--either the lake or the privy. However, when he went out to address a call of nature, he slipped into the hole and got covered in ya know from his feet halfway to his knees.

It wasn't until Mr S was in the nursing home that my uncle told him. He had been mad for weeks about that. Kept seeing his privy bobbin' in the lake and kept wonderin' how it got there.

Back to business for a sec: there's a man who could have used a service like the one we're discussing here.

Bobert can land the accounts in West Virginia where, I imagine, people are as full of it as everywhere else in North America. Bobert's in for 10%, too.