Nicolas
Years back, I got some work experience working with the environmental health. During that week, one particular special "customer" stands out.

It was day three of my week-off school jolly, and I'd been assigned to accompany one of the environmental health officers to a council flat to investigate complaints of an "unnatural, sulphurous, smell" (as one complainant put it), emmanating from the flat. We'd received no less than 20 calls that same morning.

The flat was owned by a Frenchman, Nicolas, already very well known to the council (and indeed the mental health services), as being a bit of a character.

When we got to the flat, the stench was indeed overpowering. There was a small pile of vomit right next to the door, and an abandoned pile of carrier bags where a passer-by had clearly been overcome by the stench and had to abandon their shopping.

We approached the door cautiously, masked and gagging, found it ajar, and gingerly pushed it to one side. What we found there still shocks: A giant pile of excrement about 5 metres high, with a small French man dressed in red sat atop the mound.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr!", he screamed, and we jumped back in fright.

"I made zissss. I eeez zee devil!" he added, his French accent suddenly becoming more pronounced.

It was then that I realised we were dealing with a custom merde from hell.

/sorry
( rofl harris, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 15:57, 2 replies)

^^ This ^^
I would have preffered "Costumed Merde from Hell" Peut - etre??
(morrigan456 made sex wee on, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 16:54, closed)

I had to give you a clicky
If not just because you put so much work into a punchline that drew an audiable groan of pain from myself :)
( Jimmer still not dead at, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 5:38, closed)