Funny Stories
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)
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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Here's a poo story. It starts the night before when I ate a huge pile of fresh strawberries for tea.
Cycling to work next morning, I'd just joined a roundabout with a car close behind me when I felt the need to pass wind. I stood up on the pedals a bit as you do and discreetly let rip.
However, instead of a ladylike fart I felt a sudden torrent of hot shit.
As the car was still following I decided to continue round the roundabout and head back home, trusting that nobody had seen my performance.
No such luck. The car followed me all the way home, where I found that the mess had shot right up my back, almost to my shoulders, staining my fancy hi-viz cycling shirt a striking shade of brown. It must've looked like a volcano going off to that driver. I bet they were WELL amused.
I still had to clean myself up and ring my boss with a story about why I was late and then set off again, timidly this time, pedalling very gently, listening hard for any rumblings.
I still like strawberries.
( , Sat 20 Jun 2015, 23:28, 2 replies)
Cycling to work next morning, I'd just joined a roundabout with a car close behind me when I felt the need to pass wind. I stood up on the pedals a bit as you do and discreetly let rip.
However, instead of a ladylike fart I felt a sudden torrent of hot shit.
As the car was still following I decided to continue round the roundabout and head back home, trusting that nobody had seen my performance.
No such luck. The car followed me all the way home, where I found that the mess had shot right up my back, almost to my shoulders, staining my fancy hi-viz cycling shirt a striking shade of brown. It must've looked like a volcano going off to that driver. I bet they were WELL amused.
I still had to clean myself up and ring my boss with a story about why I was late and then set off again, timidly this time, pedalling very gently, listening hard for any rumblings.
I still like strawberries.
( , Sat 20 Jun 2015, 23:28, 2 replies)
I'm assuming
that this strawberry milkshake didn't bring all the boys to the yard?
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 14:16, closed)
that this strawberry milkshake didn't bring all the boys to the yard?
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 14:16, closed)
If they'd had a dashcam you'd be an internet legend
Be grateful for that
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 20:34, closed)
Be grateful for that
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 20:34, closed)
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