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Dateline: New Orleans, LA
Well, it's official.  I've finally peed in Marge.  And not just on the floor like I always do.  I actually peed into the toilet I installed in her.  That's right, friends and neighbors, she's now officially "self-contained", to use the parlance of us camper-type-folks.  I don't really have a way to get the pee out of the pee-holding-tank but that was kinda the point - an exercise in "necessity is the mother of invention".  Put some pee in a tank and you'll DEFINITELY find a way to get it out.

I must admit it was kinda spontaneous though.  A long time ago, my friend Farrel Weil (my host while in NOLA this trip) told me:  "you can do anything you want in New Orleans - just don't mouth off to cops and don't pee in public".  So there I was, after a successful Fat Tuesday mission of catching parade loot and dealing with all the bare breasts, in my trailer, full of yummy street vendor food, needing to pee somewhat urgently.  I was parked across the street from Farrel's place in the Lower Garden District and it was broad daylight.  There was no way I could pull off peeing outside without getting noticed.   So I decided to anoint my fancy-pants terlet with my urine.  And that's the story of my first #1 inside Marge.  Now I just gotta figure out how to get that stuff out of the pee tank :)