Hanging on by the shirt tails
Not me but a FOF, fortunately. On a works do, all suited and booted, very formal. As the evening wore on they found themselves in a restaurant.
Half way through the meal he suddenly realised he was about to soil himself unless he got to a toilet rather quickly. He made his excuses and waddled off to the kazi. He just managed to get his kecks down in time, and in time honoured fashion sprayed the bowl and back-splashed his arse. he then looked around for toilet paper,but in his haste to void, he hadn't checked, and alas there was none.
He looked for alternatives, and short of using his hand, there was nothing, when an idea came to him.
He was weaing one of those shirts with an extra 'D' of material (well D on its side) at the bottom on the back. Without further ado he tore the bottom of the shirt off, carefully leaving enough to still tuck in, and liberally cleansed and refreshed.

He then chucked the torn piece of material down the pan, flushed and walked out....

Breathing an audible sigh of relief, he went to resume his place at the table. A hushed silence came over the room, and he noticed many other diners staring over his shoulder.

There, like a puppy on a leash, trailing by a few untorn and previously unnoticed threads, was the offending piece of folorn, soggy, brown, shit stained shirt.
(Countryslicker, Wed 21 Nov 2007, 11:13, 2 replies)

Urgh
That's horrid. Only thing I can think of that comes close is when my mom walked from the toilets with a paper comet on her shoe. She had also tucked her dress into her hose. My dad didn't tell her. She noticed when we started laughing.
(evil_penguin_17 Robots of Doom... Attack!, Wed 21 Nov 2007, 13:29, closed)

It's not often
that a qotw truly makes me laugh out loud...this one did. I wasn't expecting that outcome.


Bloody hilarious.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 21 Nov 2007, 17:28, closed)