Not mine, but I was there man
Went to Reading a few years back with a friend, lets call him M. Drinking, smoking, eating shit food etc etc good times. We'd been trying to avoid using the on-site bogs as best we could, but come the turd day (snigger) M just couldn't hold it anymore for fear of internal injury.

Off he waddled towards the nearest cess pit and a few minutes later he returned doubled up with laughter, which I initially put down to post crap euphoria. Turns out he'd entered a bog, with curiously no queue, only to find exactly what you'd expect.

Feacies flung frivolously throughout, with a steaming pile of brown bum bananas reaching a good half foot up from the rim of the pit. Obviously people had been standing on the plastic sidey bits and hovering before cascading crap upon the pooey peak.

Unfortunately for someone their hovering skills were not up to the challenge and there was a perfectly formed bum print on top of the tower of turd. M just couldn't go, the risks were too high
(Is this a good idea? ... Yes this is definitely a good idea, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 13:21, Reply)