Nothing but Roses comes out of my Gal. Ever. I, on the other hand, like to eat meat chili, egg-salad sandwiches and beans. Maybe, a little sauerkraut, now and then. My Gal says she's happier when Happy Camper is introduced into the black tank. Guess what I do. I put a half scoop into the toilet, let it dissolve for a beer or two and flush it down (19 glln black tank,iirc). I notice a difference, too. I don't care if it's imagined or "real" (perception is Reality). You can pry my tub of Happy Camper from my cold, dead hands when all the nay-sayers and Scientists in the World prove that it's snake oil, not fit for black tank consumption, and a Capitol offense.
