briggie
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I took my 12-year-old grandson camping at the weekend.
As we sat around the fire he said, "grandad, I need a shit."
"Go and have one then," I said. "That's the beauty of camping, you can shit anywhere you want and you can't get into trouble."
He walked off and came back a few minutes later.
"Where did you have one?" I asked.
He said, "In your car."
As we sat around the fire he said, "grandad, I need a shit."
"Go and have one then," I said. "That's the beauty of camping, you can shit anywhere you want and you can't get into trouble."
He walked off and came back a few minutes later.
"Where did you have one?" I asked.
He said, "In your car."
