Oh Outhouse...a sea of urine with islands of feces and icebergs of toilet paper; with a sky of plastic and a universe of wood. How I smell the smell you leave as I walk through the forests. Never will I ever not know of your location...all I do is sniff the air and identify that special mixture of stale piss and fermented shit and I can find my way. Inside of you someone has placed a car air freshener shaped like a pine tree and this makes your disgustin aroma of a piss/shit smoothie have a hint of pine. Outhouse you are always there for me when I need you most....I love you outhouse...don't ever change!