8:06 a.m. I forgot my bucket this morning and the Diet Mt. Dew and V8 juice are looming large. Curses. I look around for a suitable recepticle but all I have is said Mt. Dew bottle. I just got my truck shampooed out after the unfortunate results of last time this happened.
Hmmm. I consider my options. I could knock on a neighbor's door and ask to use their bathroom. I wonder to myself what I would do if somebody did that to me. I would probably give them a toiletpaper roll and point them to the bushes. The bushes. Not such a bad idea. Except for the indecent exposure thing.
My eyes land on the V8 bottle. Hmmmm. A plan is forming. What if I cut the top off the bottle and made it into a funnel? I could use Mt. Dew bottles to my heart's desire with no fear of spillage.
I am MacGyver.