Floaters
My friend (I’ll call her Susan - that is not her name but she needs to be protected in case for some fluky reason she can be identified from this story), was going out with this guy that she was quite keen on, and it soon came time to be introduced to his parents.

They went to his folks’ place and the evening was progressing fairly well, until Susan decided she needed to go to the loo. As she was a bit nervous, she needed a number 2, but try as she might, the bastard wouldn’t flush away. Cue much desperate flushing and the minutes ticking past as she got more and more sweaty and frantic. Eventually her bf knocked on the door to ask if she was OK. She made up a feeble story about touching up her make up and he went back to the living room.

In a panic she then grabbed a load of loo roll and scooped the log out of the loo, wrapped it up tightly and placed it carefully in the bottom of her handbag, where it stayed, safely swaddled, for the rest of the evening. Now THAT’S odd.
(Mad McMad, Wed 2 Nov 2005, 15:50, Reply)