Mobile bathroom service being tested in NYC

They should just line it up next to all the Mexican roach coaches.

I imagine they will be very sanitary.

If you're walking down the street and suddenly need to shite, you call this truck? That seems like an odd business model. Didn't New York just decriminalize pissing in the street? That cuts their business in half.

quote:

---

select New York City neighborhoods

---

Privilege

Dale made the Porta Gribble in King of the Hill.

If anyone has ever been to New York City, you would know this thing is a godsend.

The city is so old, the buildings are old, and thus the bathrooms are old.... it's really hard to find a clean bathroom in NYC in the spur of the moment.

If I had to take one of those nasty, bubbly feels like I'm going to die, craps, I'd probably spend $100 to have this truck pull up.

Do they charge by the minute? Cause that's when I do most of my "TigerDropping".



Could also be useful as an on demand masturbation station, so that's cool too.

Bill and his wife Cindy walk out from the theatre and head toward Time Square. They are spending the weekend in NYC, and just caught the afternoon showing of Lion King. Earlier, they got lunch at a hole in the wall Mexican joint, a place highly recommended by a local who couldn't stop raving about how wonderfully spicy the food was.

While Cindy has her head in her phone Facebooking about how wonderful their trip is, Bill suddenly stops in his tracks and clutches his stomach. A pained, frightened expression emerges on Bill's face.

Bill: Oh God...

Cind: What?!

Bill: ooohh...

Cindy: Bill!? What's wrong?!

Bill: I... I gotta shite!

Cindy: Can you hold it?!

Bill: Fuuuck...

Cindy: We are just 5 blocks from the hotel, lets go!

Bill: I'm about to shite my fricking pants! Call POO call POO (#766)!!!

Cindy fumbles with her phone and dials POO.

Responder: This is POO. How may we help you?!

Cindy: We are in the middle of Time Square and my husband is about to shite his pants!

Responder: Stay calm, mam. We are sending someone now.

Cindy: Pleae hurry! He's wearing his tailored Gucci trousers!

Responder: There is someone on the way. Stay where you are. Where is your husband?

Cindy: He's standing right here, he's pressing his arse into the side of the building. What are you doing Bill?!

Bill: It's coming! I'm trying to keep it in!!! Aggghhj.

Cindy: Jesus Bill! I told you not to add peppers! Why don't you listen me?!

Bill: god dammit where are they?!

They hear the POO van's siren in the distance. They know it's the POO van as it's the only emergency vehicle with a siren that consists of a continuous flatulence noise. Strangers on the sidewalk realize the POO van is getting closer, and start looking around with a nervous excitement, trying to spot who the poor chap is who's about to shite their pants.

The POO van rounds the corners and slams its brakes as it reaches Bill and Cindy. Bystanders now have their phones out, live streaming Bill's misery to the world.