in a bedsit in Didsburyon the lower floor was this really unhappy couple in another bedsit.
We shared the bog on their floor, one evening i discovered it stuffed with a whoppping turd. OK, i thought, so i went and had a crap up the local pub bog.
Two days later, needing a midnight crap, i checked the bog, and it was half full.
Surely i assumed, they'd call the landlord to get a plumber in or do the decent thing themselves.
Nope.
One week later, i lifted the lid and nearly screamed.
Full bog.
Like a really big walnut whip with no walnut.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 16:40,
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We shared the bog on their floor, one evening i discovered it stuffed with a whoppping turd. OK, i thought, so i went and had a crap up the local pub bog.
Two days later, needing a midnight crap, i checked the bog, and it was half full.
Surely i assumed, they'd call the landlord to get a plumber in or do the decent thing themselves.
Nope.
One week later, i lifted the lid and nearly screamed.
Full bog.
Like a really big walnut whip with no walnut.