Once upon a time...
Possibly a pearoast, but it makes me giggle every time I think about it.

After a long boozy weekend with some mates, we were having a medicinal Sunday lunchtime pint in some pub. Over in the corner a middle aged chap was having a quiet drink, reading his paper. He closes his newspaper, folds it up on the table and off he wanders to the toilet.

Quick as a flash (Kev?) runs over, opens the paper up, drops his trousers and squeezes out a fresh log into the paper, folds it back, replaces it and wanders back to where we're all sitting open mouthed...

Couple of minutes later, this chap comes back to his table, has a swallow of beer, picks up his paper...and stares in horror as a fresh turd slips onto his lap...

Length? no way was I getting close enough to check.
( snee held his breath since, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 13:52, 4 replies)

Did no one else in the pub
notice someone with their trousers down, taking a shit into a newspaper?
(mark schmark, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 14:35, closed)

What can I say?

It was early Sunday lunchtime, and Romford - kind of place you see and hear nothing.
( snee held his breath since, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 14:47, closed)

Romford eh?
Now it all makes sense...
(mark schmark, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 15:57, closed)

and your mate was sat there
with a shitty arse in the pub.

what a cunt
( Moonraker isn't the droid you were looking for, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 16:38, closed)