You never "went" on my cousin Norbert's farm didcha Spaw? His was a outhouse about fifty years old that hung, loosely, over a creek about 20 feet below. It was braced in place but the bracing posts were cracked and dryrotted. As you sat and contemplated The Fates and whether or not it was safe to move you could see, through the cracks in the floor, the water rushing along below. As for the paper...well, you ever see a corncob?