Cludgies at truck stops in India are an experience. When I first took mrs mbk to India we

done a road trip and stopped for a break at one. The cludgie was a tin hut with a door made of one plank and a bit of orange string and a hole. She breezed in, did the business and breezed out without batting an eyelid. The girl done good.

Went to the cludgies in a cigar factory in Havana and every single cubicle had an overflowing pile of s**t with a bumprint in the top. Hovertime.

Posted By: malkybarkid, Sep 19, 16:49:31