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On a school trip, a boy in my brother's class crapped himself down a Dutch mine, writes Richard mcbeef off the Internet. The teachers tried to blame the smell on sulphur but the truth came out when they left the mine, as the boy was wearing chinos with massive dark brown streaks running down the back of his legs.
Do you have a funny story of your own?
( , Thu 18 Jun 2015, 12:30)
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I went in and bought new pants, socks and jeans. Then got changed/cleaned up in the gents of The Tottenham on Oxford Street leaving my shitty clothing in the cubicle.
About half an hour later the barman came out of the toilets exclaiming that I wouldn't believe what some dirty bastard had done to his toilets.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2015, 15:47, 6 replies)
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A bloke from my old local once confessed that he once followed through and rectified the situation by taking his shitty undies off and poking them into a hole in the bog wall and resuming his pint.
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demonstrates either remarkable sang-froid, or psychopathy. I'm not wholly sure which.
( , Fri 19 Jun 2015, 13:46, closed)
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