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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The phantom logger
I was once temping at a prestigious design agency in London. One day, all the women were summoned into a room wherein we were told that someone in the agency was doing large shits, in the ladies toilet - but not in the pan. These logs were being balanced either on the seat of the toilet or placed in front of the loo, on the floor. This was a large company of around 150 people and there were only two toilets for women and two for men. And this was happening during office hours. It had happened more than once. The very brittle, and hugely uncomfortable, head of HR urged the perpetrator to come forward - either they had something they wanted to say, were deeply unhappy, or needed help. I looked around the place and from what I could work out that could have been any one of the many assembled employees. To this day they never found out who it was. I left shortly afterwards and I expect a few people thought it was me (I hated it there) - I'm sorry to say it wasn't. I wish it had been- they were arseholes.
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 14:19, 2 replies)
I was once temping at a prestigious design agency in London. One day, all the women were summoned into a room wherein we were told that someone in the agency was doing large shits, in the ladies toilet - but not in the pan. These logs were being balanced either on the seat of the toilet or placed in front of the loo, on the floor. This was a large company of around 150 people and there were only two toilets for women and two for men. And this was happening during office hours. It had happened more than once. The very brittle, and hugely uncomfortable, head of HR urged the perpetrator to come forward - either they had something they wanted to say, were deeply unhappy, or needed help. I looked around the place and from what I could work out that could have been any one of the many assembled employees. To this day they never found out who it was. I left shortly afterwards and I expect a few people thought it was me (I hated it there) - I'm sorry to say it wasn't. I wish it had been- they were arseholes.
( , Mon 22 Jun 2015, 14:19, 2 replies)
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