The Grossest Thing About Music Festivals

Okay so we have loooong drives between shows.  

Recently we spent hours in the hot heat of the no-cell-signal desert. No podcasts. No gas stations. No indoor bathrooms. We saw a lot of porta potties, but we saw rows and rows of them when we played our first music festival last night: The Norman Music Festival.

LOOK AT ME NOW, MOM! 

So the road is long, and only so many people event want me to send postcards, so I started making a list of porta-potty names.  

ENJOY! 

Royal Throne 

Oui Oui 

LepreCAN 

Loader-UP 

Drop Zone (!!!!) 

Doodie Calls

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