
Posted on December 18, 2018
Beckwith Farm shitter!
There’s no door. Enjoy a creepy doll and a jug of Cranberry Moonshine to make up for there being no door.
There’s no door. Enjoy a creepy doll and a jug of Cranberry Moonshine to make up for there being no door.
At the site of this historic Civil War reenactment, you’ll learn that a shitter is NOT a viable hiding spot from robots.
Submitted by a Bucket Brigadier Swolito! An eternal game of Spin the Bottle takes place on a rooftop in Appalachia, complete with picnic basket of chems. Looks like Teddy gets the kiss! Skelebones here may appear to be delighted by the prospect, but I am told that originally there was a gun in his hand: “Did he shoot himself because he had to kiss the bear? Or was it because he realized he was playing spin the bottle with a bear.”
This gorgeous, top notch pitstop has all the fixings for a truly memorable, gross experience! Get your disgusting radiation-infused noms and dysentery all at once. Revolting.
You have to creep through this train tunnel looking for survivors, but all you’ll find is crispy corpses, mutated bugs, sad little notes left behind and off to the side there’s a glowing green tunnel with a special hidden surprise. “What’s the surprise?” you ask? It’s this wonderful Easter Egg.
Childrens blocks spelling I C U, and a magnifying glass with a Nuka Cola Girl postage stamp.
Below deck, you’ll find numerous spots to squat. Watch out for Pirate Ghosts!
Don’t want an excess of poo poo stink when you’re down in the mines. Top photo is where the bandits shit. Bottom photo is the cruel conditions under which they force their prisoners to shit! Given the discrepancy in quality between the household bucket vs. the guest bucket, I am going to wager to guess that these bandits didn’t contribute much to the construction of these facilities. They most likely stole it from someone decent, and just stuck their name on it.