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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
Some outhouse stories are good.

This is outable but what the hell.

Once upon a time, there was a whorehouse in La Grange, Texas. Some say it was the longest running business establishment in all of Texas. You may have heard a song about it by ZZ Top. In the early 70s, a news reporter with nothing better to do decided to do an expose on the fact that you could buy sex at this whorehouse in the middle of the country. You may have seen the movie version of musical about it starring Dolly Parton and Burt Reynolds. Dom DeLuise played Marvin Zindler.

Anyhow, there was a statewide kerfluffle, and the whorehouse was eventually shut down. The innocent prostitutes suddenly were out of work and sort of scattered. One of them, a woman named Myrtle, decided to go out on her own. From what I understand, Myrtle looked almost exactly like what you think a woman named Myrtle would look like.

Myrtle bought a small farmhouse, in nearby Walhalla, Texas, and set up shop. Myrtle liked her work, but she LOVED animals, so there were all sorts of birds and goats and chickens and even a monkey in the main part of the house. Myrtle coducted business in the rear part of the house, and she made the guys go to the outhouse in the back instead of the bathroom inside when they were done. The outhouse was sort of weathered, and the wood was this silvery grey. Each of the guys would carve their initials or their ranch brand into the outhouse door, literally leaving their mark. Some even brought their brands and seared them into the door.

Eventually, a couple from Houston with a small kid and another on the way was looking for a weekend place. Myrtle was sick of keeping the farmhouse going, decided she'd rather spend time with the animals than the men, and she had a trailer on another nearby piece of property. So she moved all the animals and sold the house to the Houston couple.

The Houston couple fixed up the house, restored the plumbing, and shooed some peacocks away. As the outhouse looked to be a liability for the kids, they decided to tear it down and fill it up.

The husband, though, LOVED the story of the outhouse door, and he saved it. They no longer have that property, but the outhouse door is still hanging in his office, 30 plus years later. Unless you know the story, you'd never guess that it was an outhouse door instead of some primative piece of ranch art.

Did Mrytle have Sliiiiiiiiiiime in her ice machine?