You know, I must apologize for losing my patience earlier when I called you a moron. Seeing that apparently you are auditioning for a job as Al Franken's sidekick, I should have taken it with the requisite grain of salt. Still, I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole.
In many ways you would make a better foil to Al. Anyway, I'm sorry for denigrating outdoor toilets. There is apparently nothing better than the wind in your hair and the sound of a coyote howling in the distance when you are on the great white telephone.