[quote name='Sinful7' date='Jul 27 2005, 10:17 PM']I have an old school potty. Pre emissions.


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toilets ahve emissions?

 

[quote name='CletusFD3S' date='Jul 28 2005, 03:16 PM']toilets ahve emissions?


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[quote name='Rob x-7' date='Jul 28 2005, 02:48 AM']are you at a customer's house?


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i wish!

 

on a submarine the toilet is a 4" ball valve with a stainless steel bowl bolted to it

 

[quote name='banzaitoyota' date='Jul 28 2005, 08:20 PM']on a submarine the toilet is a 4" ball valve with a stainless steel bowl bolted to it


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did you design those too?

 

THE FLAPPER KING - a submarine toilet is little more than a metal seat over a ball valve. Flushing is a two-handed process. One does one's business, then using your right hand, you pull open the ball valve while opening the sea water valve with your left hand. Then, once everything has gone, you turn the valve shut and push the ball valve back. So where does it all go? The sanitary tanks eventually get full and the contents has to be blown out to sea which is the equivalent of a mega flush. Because this makes bubbles, which in turn, make noise, which in turn, gives the submarine's position away, the process is done slowly. While the tanks are being "blown" (the term is "blowing sanitaries"), you cannot use the toilets. Well...you can, but just remember not to flush. In case you didn't get the hint, there's signs hanging on the toilets that say "DANGER - Blowing Sanitary Tanks - DO NOT FLUSH." And if you were really in the dark as to what's going on, there is a massive "fart" smell that permeates throughout the boat. So when ya really gotta go, you have no choice. No problem - again - just don't flush. Because if you open that valve the contents of the tank is coming out...AT YOU. There's always one... Every patrol there would be one individual who, forgetting the tanks were being blown, used the toilet and just had to flush. You would be minding your own business when all of the sudden you'd hear a deafening roar like Niagra Falls, followed by screaming, followed by...the smell of a thousand farts! There, plastered against the wall, is the victim. Hair slicked back from the force with bits of corn, toilet paper and other items covering his face and body. After cleaning himself up, the victim then cleaned up the bathroom. Later that evening, the Captain would present the victim with a "Golden Flapper" certificate. Every now and then however, you'd have a person go above and beyond and earn TWO certificates during one patrol. This person, wearing a Burger King crown, would be the "Flapper King."

 

[quote name='banzaitoyota' date='Jul 29 2005, 12:19 PM']THE FLAPPER KING - a submarine toilet is little more than a metal seat over a ball valve. Flushing is a two-handed process. One does one's business, then using your right hand, you pull open the ball valve while opening the sea water valve with your left hand. Then, once everything has gone, you turn the valve shut and push the ball valve back. So where does it all go? The sanitary tanks eventually get full and the contents has to be blown out to sea which is the equivalent of a mega flush. Because this makes bubbles, which in turn, make noise, which in turn, gives the submarine's position away, the process is done slowly. While the tanks are being "blown" (the term is "blowing sanitaries"), you cannot use the toilets. Well...you can, but just remember not to flush. In case you didn't get the hint, there's signs hanging on the toilets that say "DANGER - Blowing Sanitary Tanks - DO NOT FLUSH." And if you were really in the dark as to what's going on, there is a massive "fart" smell that permeates throughout the boat. So when ya really gotta go, you have no choice. No problem - again - just don't flush. Because if you open that valve the contents of the tank is coming out...AT YOU. There's always one... Every patrol there would be one individual who, forgetting the tanks were being blown, used the toilet and just had to flush. You would be minding your own business when all of the sudden you'd hear a deafening roar like Niagra Falls, followed by screaming, followed by...the smell of a thousand farts! There, plastered against the wall, is the victim. Hair slicked back from the force with bits of corn, toilet paper and other items covering his face and body. After cleaning himself up, the victim then cleaned up the bathroom. Later that evening, the Captain would present the victim with a "Golden Flapper" certificate. Every now and then however, you'd have a person go above and beyond and earn TWO certificates during one patrol. This person, wearing a Burger King crown, would be the "Flapper King."


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ROFLMAO!

 

Thank you, Banzai, for enriching our lives.

 

That's better than Jims splatter one!



Mark

 

That was well worth the time I spent reading it. Thankyou.