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A company called Hydro-Agi sponsors a contest each year in which RVers tell of their worst sewage system disasters. Here are a few entries from previous contests as reporte
Tough part of town.
Tough part of town.
-- An RVer improperly wired his macerator pump. "I opened the hand flush valve on the toilet to see if the tank was emptying. To my surprise, I was instantly covered (as
well as) the walls and ceiling."
-- A woman discovered the hard way that a bevy of raccoons had "thoroughly ventilated" an otherwise dry sewer hose. "I took three showers. The smell was bad enough around our trailer that the raccoons never came back."
The parrot that wouldn't shut up
Ray, an RVer from Omaha, travels in his motorhome with a talkative but foul-mouthed parrot. One day in a campground near Gila Bend, Ariz., the bird's swearing got to be too much. So Ray grabbed it by the throat and yelled "Stop it!" But only minutes later, the bird was swearing again.
Saved by her Winnebago
A young, pregnant RVer named Sally was involved in a traffic accident, but because she was riding in a sturdy Winnebago, she survived, although she was left in a coma. When she awoke a few days later in the hospital she was no longer pregnant! She asked her doctor, "What happened?"
Joe and Ed, both from Duluth, Minnesota, were standing in the shallow end of a swimming pool at the Fountain of Youth RV park at California's Salton Sea, discussing how happy they were to be in sunny California rather than being back in frigid Minnesota. As they were talking, Ed noticed something funny about his friend's ear. "Joe," he said, "do you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?" Startled, Joe replied, "I have a suppository in my ear???"
We don't know who took this photo or where it was taken, all we know is that we're glad it's not our rig! Jed Clampett would be right at home, eh?
We don't know who took this photo or where it was taken, all we know is that we're glad it's not our rig!
Jed Clampett would be right at home, eh?
Poor Mr. Maxwell. . .
Few people know that the late Mr. Maxwell, founder of Maxwell fHouse Coffee, was a veteran skydiver and RVer. Near his hometown, it was common to find Mr. Maxwell at the airport in his Avion Fifth Wheel, relaxing and visiting with his many friends as he waited for his next jump. One fateful day, however, something went terribly wrong, and his parachute failed to open. His friends and employees were horrified, to stay the least, at the demise of this very kind and gentle man. And so when it came to preparing his epitaph, they had no problem finding the words: "Mr. Maxwell . . . good to the last drop."
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