Combat Bidet!
I must go down to the seas again
To the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship
And a toilet that works.
Naw. Just not the same.
Scheißeboat
The 88mm Flak Gun
The FW190
The Tiger Tank
The V-2
The High Pressure Flush Toilet
Damn Nazi terror weapons.
Captain! We are out of torpedoes and shells for the gun! The British destroyer is going to ram us! What should we do?
Fire the Turd-Tosser!
Boom!
Splat splat splat
Good lord, Smithington! I believe they are shooting turds at us!
Thats not very cricket is it, Captain.
All hands on deck, on the port side! Bring us in close to him and have the chaps pee on him!
The 88mm Flak Gun
The FW190
The Tiger Tank
The V-2
The High Pressure Flush Toilet
Damn Nazi terror weapons.
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get ahead.
captain Shlitt?
Worked on a 38-foot albacore boat one summer in the 60s. Was told the head was a luxury since most boats that size didn’t have one. Those poor souls had to hang their butts over the side with one hand with the toilet paper and the other clinging to the boat.
Our head was in a tiny closet, barely enough room to close the doorknees on the bulkhead. The toilet was constantly ‘flushing’ direct into the sea. When we hit a hard enough ‘bump’ the douche feature kicked in.
Ahh, the memories...
If they'd have located it on the poop deck, it would have worked out.